[Verse 1]
There is a growing
Golden light
A flower unfolding
Behind the mirror of your eyes
[Verse 2]
If an angel could hold it
In his polished white hand
I know he'd release it
Like a bird to the sky
[Verse 3]
Now you are the warrior
Who will conquer this land
On a horse made of clouds
You will scatter the sands
[Verse 4]
Some people say
God is long dead
But I heard something inside you
With my head to your chest
[Instrumental Break]
There is a growing
Golden light
A flower unfolding
Behind the mirror of your eyes
[Verse 2]
If an angel could hold it
In his polished white hand
I know he'd release it
Like a bird to the sky
[Verse 3]
Now you are the warrior
Who will conquer this land
On a horse made of clouds
You will scatter the sands
[Verse 4]
Some people say
God is long dead
But I heard something inside you
With my head to your chest
[Instrumental Break]
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