Rick Wakeman Journey's Dawn
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood with pride
They set off with their guide
To reach the mountain side
Roped as one for safety through the long descent
Into the crater of volcanic rock they went
Look up from our telescopic lair
One star for us to share
We continue on our prayer
Crystals of opaque quartz
Studded limpid tears
Forming magic chandeliers
Lighting blistered galleries
