Apocalypse (Revolution Stone)

'he will be born between the sun and the

Moon. and there will be wisdom,

Rhythm, and music. he will conceive the

Wind, and the universe will be

Resurrected with love and harmony.'

Let me tell you a story 'bout

The time when people believed

In their god and his glory,

His power and his holiness.

The chosen few youth,

They were blessed with a new life

Reborn again as flyin' hawks with the help,

Wow, oh, of god's manna.

High and higher they soared into the ruby-red sky

Lookin' for ancient memories, memories of emerald.

Endless desert landscapes filled their horizon

Like a stream of flowing thoughts,

Reflections of forgotten days.

Their wings, they felt the air, they found reality.

Trees rustled, rivers flowed, showed them the way.

Haws flew into their nests, their roots, their souls.

In there they found what they were after.

To save the ones with no yesterdays and tomorrows

They flew on to believe.

The faithful wait for the time to come their way,

For the hawks to find the stone.

The hawks' eyes found the stone of wisdom.

Time to recover the memories

Of the people's emerald.

It's time to wake. it's time

To light the world with green power.

Oh, oh, oh, they who believe share the love, love

Share in love, you share the love,

You will conceive in love.

Power to the new generation.

Oh, oh, oh, legend lives on,

The legend lives on and on.

We live, we live on and on.