• 1 A spectrum of colorful wisdom
    That flows like a river through a crystal skull;
    A joyous garden where sorrow is naught
    Sprouts with wise buds of gold.

    2 We see the essence of arcane powers
    Within those jade valleys so great
    Where men tremble before azure blossoms
    And spirits placidly wait.

    3 'Hind gates lie those grey yards
    Left behind by mankind later in life
    He must learn those whom torment
    Create in the soul only strife.

    4 "Joy to being!" Cry the angels
    Whose place is solace amongst men
    And guard the garden gates boldly
    And prevent the taint of sin.

    5 Joy is the ultimate gift
    A sacred emotion in thee
    So know that love is the truth
    And laughter boundless as the sea.