Once upon a long gone time, highly praised and never hampered
Reigned a simply brilliant superstar.
To this far and glowing thing, true and evil both surrendered
Civilized as we all think we are.

We all think we are - Hail to the Star.

Sovereign in many ways, genius of the round of seasons
Lifeless are the giant graves, where have you gone.
While we dig the blazing sand, brush the dusty walls for wisdom
Still the last word bows to the break of dawn.

Can you hear that era shine, rays of gold escape it's pyre
Sometimes hit the keys of my guitar.
Pictured from an ancient tongue, unheard feelings of an empire Occidentals now find quite bizarre.

Now find quite bizarre - Hail to the Star.

Lost in the master's maze, knowing has become our prison
Helpless down the halls we gaze, nowhere to run.
While we scan the old carved lines, hope for one that leads to freedom Still the last word bathes in the breath of the sun.

Prophets of nowadays, vestals of unfounded reasons
Lightless is the heart of day, what have you done.
While you cheat the sleeping lords, burn their dark and sacred poison Could the last word fire from the end of a gun ?

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