As we stride across the borderland In search for forgiveness We realise that we need To decapitate the superficial confidence That signifies our lives To avoid dreadful condemnation
A circle of colours in the sand Guides us top the wasteland
A tower standing so high Is the only reflection We can see in the desert In the mirror we descry An opalescence before or eyes In the horizon the castle lies
When we reach the armoured castle And we find the celestial goblet We will drink the liquid power And dethrone our sin in life
A circle of colours in the sand Guides us back where we began
As we strode across the borderland And found the saving well The echoes of eagerness amongst The crusaders slowly faded away And became what we see Behind the land of dreams