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