The Pilgrimage کے بول

Dark and silent brooding, stillness falls Sounds caress the waiting empty halls Pilgrims flock from miles around Seekers in the night abound All have come to feel the sound of joy Patient eyes are watching from below Mirror image flashing in the glow Hands are joined in energy All approaching ecstacy Harnessing the power in the air Awesome in their patient majesty Pouring forth the fruits of harmony Hands are joined in energy All approaching ecstacy Harnessing the power in the air