In recurring dreams the delphis speaks Carrying upon the open sea
Priests to the temple of the king of the gods to behold prophecy
Oh great Colossus all the world doth
shine in the splendor of the oracle's shrine
And in the golden light of the opulent
flame that floats atop the heavenward sea
The servants have travelled far and wide
for only to stand by the oracle's side
Whilst Pythia bathe in glistening
Castalian springs and sip of Kassotis
and visions appear before the stone
I can fly-on wings of gold up to heaven-one with me
I send my soul out to thee
Set me free
Master of the lyre and thy muses fair
Thy will command attention as thy chariot soars
through the air