In the distance, we hear conches
Blowing us to silent heights;
Missiles wait in golden launches
Your Command to win the fight.

Now we glimpse the Shakti powers
Shimmering inside our frames;
Breezy fields of radiant flowers
Safe from satan's evil games.

From You we've gained God's weaponry;
Fearless, doubtless, lovingly;
Lost sons and daughters we'll help free
To know vibrations' rhapsody.

Humbly Your Knights beseech Thee;
How to help them reach the skies?
(Exposes depth a wee bit wobbly;
When widsom's [wisdom's] firm no queries rise).

Your Incarnation is our life;
Surrender's joy; compassion's peace;
To fuse with You gives end to strife;
Wondrous miracles ne'er to cease.