On a beach-side shadowy angels crowd 'round
as bonfires burn and the moons call out.
Chanting to the stars,
The Anthem of Zedd on our mouth,
All off our face without a doubt.

Dance of The Empyrean,
Rave-shamans in transcendention.

Urban rituals are softly spoken
as the hallowed worlds burst open;

Epiphany incoming,
Collect Call;
Spellbound by sweet vocality
and held in it's melodic thrall.