They applaud for the singer
When the chord is struck
He is on the floor of visions
See him in the shadow
See him in the light
The Gate of Haunts throws out
To summon a soldier
Bismillah! The buds now burst into hues unimaginable;
Flowery nerves fattening up by the blessing of our Lord
Wondrous things to perform…not on stage, not on stand