I know one day we shall rest
It will be our time to last
Do you bring news of a future age?
A future age when we shall rest
Veiled only by the wilderness
Will you keep your shape for long enough at least
To establish peace mountains of peace
A peace wrought in the navel of desolation
A beacon for total immediate revolution
Thusly the galaxy stirs and harmonies multiply
Thusly the galaxy stirs
Will you shape your keep for at least as long
To sing news in future forms of song
Will you keep your shape for long enough at least
To establish peace mountains of peace