for ages gone and times to come
a sun beyond a gift of life
the dance and will of worlds and minds
we bring it all in tomorrows gift
that rising sun of our own creation
that gift of warmth that the sun breaths upon
we hold it dear, we need it near
for we are those who live in its world
the daywalkers of night we who have nothing else
to have this lust for fire's dream
to dance this path towards higher hopes
we bring nothing to the one
the pharao born of sun
we are the ones, the untold gods
the ones born from a sun
of our very own creation.
we are the pharaos of present
but do we heed this call?