The Journey de Rick Wakeman

By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In iceland, where the mountain stood with pride
They set off with their guide
To reach the mountain side

Roped as one for safety through the long descent
Into the crater of volcanic rock they went
Look up from our telescopic lair
One star for us to share
We continue on our prayer

Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears
Forming magic chandelies, lighting blistered galleries