Silver trumpets call Herald shining armour Armour so bright That the blind will fall Standing face to face Eye to eye with no one Falling sometimes Never letting go And the awesome foe Waits in darkened corners Fearing all light Fearing sacred sight Shining chariots Bearing sacred souls Ride the surface Of the deepest holes Calling on my forces Witnessing the source Stand and face the moment Waiting on its course Standing on the mountain Valley all in cloud See another mountain Calling from the shroud Paths that wander nowhere Wasting precious time Witnessing the forces Calling on the source Reaching out for something Knowing that it's there I face the precious moments Holding if I dare Standing on the mountain Valley all in cloud See another mountain Calling from the shroud