( - Brock - )
The elements that gather here upon this hill
shall cast no fear
Of lines that match across the world for travel
which no man has heard
The moon that shines its beam so bright
of stones that measure the silvery light
of energy that travels here
it happens on the seventh year.
From the realms beyond the sun
here our lifetime has begun
perhaps to die
A day shall come we shall be as one. |