There is a growing golden light
Flowered and folding behind the mirror of your eyes
If an angel could hold up in his poshed white hand
I know he believes 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 scour the sands
Some people say God is long dead
But I heard something inside you with my head to your chest

Oh, then all the wrong
They say I have done
There lies a seed
Of a million more just waiting to become

Send them home

Use your sword
Use your voice
And destroy
And destroy

Then begin again