Текст песни
Nothingness waited for a shape to hold
Before the stars or the light took flight
A single thought turned to solid gold
And pushed away the heavy night
In the palm of the architect’s hand
The spirit moved across the land
By the Seal of Power
Thought becomes a stone
By the Mark of Time
The seeds of truth are sown
By the Chalice of Balance
The turning tide is known
The Divine Will
The Divine Will
Writing the pages of what has been
Counting the seasons of winter and rain
The ink is dry where the ink was green
Marking the joy and marking the pain
Every minute is locked in the vault
Moving forward without a fault
By the Seal of Power
Thought becomes a stone
By the Mark of Time
The seeds of truth are sown
By the Chalice of Balance
The turning tide is known
The Divine Will
The Divine Will
The cup is full at the center of the wheel
Neither too heavy nor light as a breath
Watching the iron and the velvet heal
Choosing the border of life and of death
The weight of the world is a level line
By the Seal of Power
Thought becomes a stone
By the Mark of Time
The seeds of truth are sown
By the Chalice of Balance
The turning tide is known
The Divine Will
The Divine Will
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