The morning sky glazed in timeless blue Brings about an awe in our eyes As it adorns a kingdom unveiled And pays homage to the wild seas of our DISCOVERY This is the day, come all ye reapers And reap in (reap in) abundance This is the day, the past is eclipsed Memories anew, desperation exiled These are the times of change from the roots to our veins Onwards through ecstasy, spiritual poetry These are the times, burn bright in us flames Of the sacred animals, speech of the kings Oh mountains high In your reach we are safe No more barren lands No longer in search of the truth Aeons of splendour at hand Fertile ground at our feet So soar we must There cannot be a better way Feel! Feel! The dawning, the rapture See! See! The writing of gods in the sandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
