There is a growing golden light
A flower unfolding behind the mirror of your eyes
If an angel could hold it in his polished white hand
I know he'd release it like a bird to the sky
Now you are the warrior who will conquer this land
On a horse made of clouds, you will scatter the sands
Some people say God is long dead
But I heard something inside you with my head to your chest
Oh within all the wrong
They say I have done
There lies a seed
Of a million more just waiting to become
Send them home
Send them home
Send them home
Use your sword, use your voice
And destroy and destroy
Then begin again