Some souls carry the dust of a millenia's griefs
Its heartaches, its triumphs, its current beliefs
Eons of dreams and aspirations, so frivolous and vain
Nothing symbolises closure like the last link in a chain
(chorus)
The sun must begin its rising
Following night obediently
Lift it high above the horizon
And touch the zenith with me
I sense in you a kindred mind for this final round
Worn-out and jaded, terminally earth-bound
But it never through the centuries loses its appeal
How each you of every lifetime allows me yet to feel
(chorus)
The sun must begin its rising
Following night obediently
Lift it high above the horizon
And touch the zenith with me