Our Ascent Of The Tower کے بول

Climb, climb Make thy way up the spine Bless the crown with flames and midst them set thy throne Light, light The pyres of the sight By the virtue of this union The keys we now hold The one coiled about to spring Open that which is below To that which is above! The saviour within Adored are thou Rise, rise From the depths of the mind Awaken from the slumber For the hour has come High, high To the arch of the skies By the turning of the wheel Thy reign has begun The one dead but dreaming Open that which is above To that which is below! The saviour without Adored are thou