He'll keep on falling in circular motion
Until the grey druid takes his hand and shows him
How he makes it all stop and just floats in the center

You can continue on sinning

The past plus the future is present

The shape of the moon is crescent
What I was then, and what I am to be
They come together inside of me


Mystical caverns filled with glowing white prisms
Are all ancient creatures filled with knowledge and wisdom

You keep following the path, but the slope becomes steeper
And the ceiling drops out as you travel in deeper


The past plus the future is present
The shape of the moon is crescent
What I was then, and what I am to be

They come together inside of me

Is man mightier with the sword, or without

Does it make him more fierce, or put his courage in doubt
intelligence creates weapons and weapons defeat creatures
But man stripped and bare can't rely on his features


The past plus the future is present
The shape of the moon is crescent

What I was then, and what I am to be
They come together inside of me