A golden light shines on the lake as we gaze in from afar
The winding trails just visible now, that lead to the valley below
The chariots will be waiting there to take us beyond the sun
So it has been written
So it will be done
Clad in silver armoury and beards made of gold
Rising high on thermals our fate yet to unfold
Following the flight of Icarus but we have no wings to burn
So it has been written
So it shall be done
Now it has been done (x8)