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 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