The day the Equinox arrived, our pilgrimage began
1200 miles, a cruise missile to our unholy land
We were fucking stoked unlike we'd been
Since we were pimpled, pube-less teens

(And he still has zits!)

From every corner of the world our fellow maniacs arrived
To prove the meaning of the tunes had not been lost through time's
Antiquity, but had survived
To leave this monumental sign

They say you can't relive the past
But as the lights went down it all came rushing back
Half a life away, the night
For the first time in a lonely life, a young soul took flight

They stormed the stage, a thrashing rage
We all screamed "Terminate!"
A half-head in a whale shirt went and breathed it in my face
I didn't care, could not impair this rhapsodic, transcendental state

When the music died, two ends of time had been neatly tied
Descending lights had scorched the plains, returning kings back to reclaim
Lost disciples that had remained
To tend the flames

We stormed into the streets, a pack of tragic troglodytes
We waited for our bus then rode it hard into the night
Far beneath the cold, robotic sweep
Of the radar operator's pale green glow

20,000 leagues below
To the place where all the best bands go