Mental bags packed and wrapped in an Imaginary knapsack
Set forth and vacate my vocation, escape my location
and make ones way to the spiritual train station

Ascend and proceed, along a pale rail vortex
immersed in light, enlightened, far from frightened
time is Keine, language none, baggage not even a necessity

Clouds burst, blizzards blow, gales gust wizards know
Crowley, Dee and Lavey
get on knees and start to pray

Monsoons essence felt Gods will blessings dealt
Typhoons play to Gods tune and has every witch dead under the moon
Deliverance thou art our train, our souls in heaven far from pain