If you don't know the story by now,
if you haven't heard a word since Babylon,


Son, we have arrived
We'll set our sails high and ride the morning tide.
Once, we lost our sight

Shipwrecked by the right
Those sirens of the night.
Now, how can we wait

The path is deep and straight, a vision of our fate.
Fire your helping hand
Get up and make a stand

Come on and join the band.

Are you still wasting candles in your lonely catacombs.

Why are you still waiting in a cave for the coming dawn?

For forty years we were left stranded

empty-handed, cold and without a song.
But darkness and fading ashes won't light the masses.
I guess we'll have to keep the music burning strong.