The
power
of love never dies.
The
heart's
song can be heard
from
this
world into the next,
into
the
place where the
El
An Ra
calls all of us home.
Falling
upon darknes the wise one's aware
that
the hound holds no evil in his sorrowful stare
his
lover a healer of the ungiven feast
resides
there beside him though her hour's deceased
There
were days to remember only treasure was found
when
the deepest of forests couldn't bury their sound
but
reflects in the water are the hints of the crime
now
his mind suffocates as he abstains from time
Light
through the window as night turns to day
shows
the will to assure him that he can't lose his way
as
he slips the ring gently from Sherdhana's hand
he
hears voices of wisdom come from deep in the sand
From
the mist he rises, a spectre all alone
to
keep the sacred promise he searches for the stone
destiny
unfolding demands a bitter toll
but
the Queen of Light's returning now, to free his soul
From
our very Egypt to the shores of Avalon
the
children have come forward to defeat the evil one
the
glory that was Tara, Atlantis once so bright
their
memory together will bring dark to light
Raising
his eyes, thoughts on his mind
are
reassured by the stars
clearly
a sign from the belt of Orion
to
the ruby Mars
EL,
An, Ra calling me - calling me home
Inhaling
the night he releases a sigh
and
the diamonds of home reach from deep in the sky
But
the story - the story's still not told
