Have you seen the land beyond your waking hour?
Have you seen the silver waves?
Have you seen that place where spiders live?
that place where I lived?
The cup that must needs be filled awaits you
The turmoil of this world calls you
yet sleep has you in a stranglehold

There is a piper where the doors of heaven stand
He plays by command of the Divine
He seeks no peace - for peace has come to him
Laid bare before his eyes - creation
With one ray of the Sun his heart is illumined
With one blow of his pipe the spiders fall upon the dust
and life may find its beginning in the end