I go to church every day when I wake up and shine. I do not walk to temples of man made stones, But light the seven lamps inside my inner shrine, And thirst for the hidden oil to cover my earthly bones. First I go to Pergamum, where Satan dwells Where darkness rules and ancient evil reigns I rise up through death and pain, as the spirit swells The journey is hard, but I must break the earthly chains. Next I come to Smyrna, where Artemis greets me She looks so beautiful and white almost like a bride Her silver energy softly completes me As she steps from the shadows to be my inner guide. Now I arrive at Ephesus, the journey has just begun Be careful here, the heavy ego must be tamed The Bridegroom wakes inside this golden sun, Where the fire of man is proudly named. Now I come to Thyatira, a place so full of love, A sacred center built of gleaming copper plates; But Jezebel is here, cloaked in the form of a dove, She guards the city door and tests the inner gates. I finally arrive in Sardis, a place of ancient times, So noisy, loud, and bursting full of words of life. A messenger stands waiting, speaking in hidden rhymes, To guide the sacred marriage of the husband and wife. I rise up higher and see Laodicea, but my eye is clouded, I feel so blind and naked, standing in the night. How I wish this heavy veil of iron was finally unshrouded So I could see clearly with restored fire and sight. At last in Philadelphia, the final door stands wide, The Bridegroom is united with His perfect, waiting Bride; The ceremony finishes, they stand here side-by-side, The pillar has been made and the door of life will abide.
