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Out across the quiet earth

Run the corridors of power

Ancient spirits

Left a legacy here

Vast vibrations rise

From God's land and water

Psychic heroes of a long forgotten age

Reach back from the haunted places

Touch me – touch me

With the sound of hail on stone

And the daughters of the deep will call again

To the never failing rains

And they will bring new life

And the children of the rain will bless the sun

As he climbs up in the sky

Higher every day

As the centuries roll by

Will we lose the gift forever?

Blessed are they

Who commune with days gone by

And the dreams of many searching hearts

Will be crystallized in sleep

Never to come true

But the children of the night will bless the moon

As she waves at wanes and is reborn

Empress of the void