Out of the brightest tree, the moon became the morning sun
And there again reflected on the dreams of everyone
Out of the starlight night, the telling of all our lives
And racing faster than the northwestern world
Starpoint to signal our endlessness
Starpoint to signal this evermore
Starpoint to compass, we look to the north, the north, the north
To return to the centre, to return to the centre, to return to the centre
Angkor Wat, 
Angkor Wat, 
Angkor Wat