The dreamer climbed a mountain, aiming for the sun
The search had started, evolution had begun
Ancient mystery brought to life, stories of the distant past
Of how a King once wished a son to change the world at last

A shaman spoke a prophecy of creation's earthly form
One who walks amongst us will ten times be born
Each one would guide us further towards the distant sun
Rama was the seventh, when will the next one come?

When will the next one come?
When will the next one come?

The secret lies within us
Deep inside the human mind
That we are law unto ourselves
Though some cannot find
The road is long and dangerous
So do not fade or fall
It can be seen for an instant
But some not at all