(Verse)
Tending consciousness
Land toward which statecraft and living spirit

In a hundred years will seek
Each other for the first time


(Chorus)
Land, time suppliant
In which the last of the chosen few

Stands lost in the strait of the narrow

(Verse)

Statecraft, promised remorse
Out of which deceit and power greed
Confided centuries ago


Living, denied fulfillment
From which no turning back

Spirit, creator peregrine
Who shall want nothing


Radiant the commandment
That the skimmer too
Illuminate, it's mutilated shadow