There is a growing 
 Golden light
 a flower unfolding 
 Behind the mirror of your eyes
 
 If an angel could hold up
 In his polished white hand
 I know he'd release it
 Like a bird to the sky
 
 Now you are a 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
 
 Their lies
 A seed
 Of a million more
 Just waiting to become
 
 Send them home
 Send them home
 Send them home
 Send them home
 
 Use your sword
 Use your voice
 And destroy
 And destroy
 
 Then begin again