[Wayla Wisha:] Are your eyes, so bright, Allowed to see our fallen paradise? The leaves and a prophecy Had granted power through the mist, oooh oh
Yeah, right! Hundreds of years went by, For a man to poke around Yeah, right, this shaman's eyes are awake And's never too late
[Together:] Holy one, shall we bow to the march of time? Holy one, or is this the omen?, Your voices have drawn the way
[Bastian:] Millions falling, by their own clouds, Visions of children in black and white Don't leave behind the promises you made... Now they are one with the empty grey lord!
[Wayla Wisha:] Yeah, right, hundreds of years passing by, So there's no time to fall apart Yeah, right, a painful story must end, I must find her ...
[Together:] Holy one, shall we bow to the march of time? Holy one, or is this the omen? Your voices have drawn the way
[Solos: Bello-Castro-Rengifo]
[Bastian:] You are the knowledge I'm the key
[Wayla Wisha:] Let's break down the seal, Let's break down the seal, ooh!
[Bastian:] Tell me the way to reach a god
[Rick-Wayla Wisha:] Fire and blood foretold, Fire and blood foretold!
[Bastian:] Follow the voice to some place...
[Together:] Holy one, shall we bow to the march of time? Holy one, or is this the omen? Your voices have drawn the way
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