I will be your history

I'll be the blame

Like the sacred mysteries

They're all the same.

Dark ...

That throw their fragrance round

Roots that clutch ... through the dust

Below the ground.

Silver moon is turning

Now I feel the glow.

Lift your bellies high

My solar on the rise. [x2]

See a miracle

But my baby don't believe

If that gift is a given

You better not receive.

There's a hymn within

Singing all the end.

Lift your bellies high

My solar on the rise. [x6]