Our minds entwine with same intention Our thoughts rotate and swing in same direction Separate by space but time resolved Our paths should being the will of fate Bestow good fortune, declare our goals We work in unison, union of plenty Solar light has reshaped our spirit Value to create and satisfy Musical creations on terms of our own Will become the anthems of success When reaching ma** ears Then all the faces will smile Chords of ecstasy sound the time for our rise Another dark horse, now a fully fledged knight of melody But as the unit decays, the sounds gel ever more together As one, one, one The King is in his counting house And he's counting out his gold To see how his business fared today But, we are his business But he doesn't give a damn about the music man He like the feel of the bucks in his distorted back pockets We will follow our hearts We will follow our dreams We will stand strong for what we believe We will not succumb to the media test And we give a damn about the negative musical press It's been no bed of roses We've had our share of the downs But still we arise with our feet firmly off the ground We bring only music of breadth and melody Of feeling and of joy of power and pure energy....