Текст песни
They were always four in the flesh,
A cross upon the Earth's own chest
Fire and water,
Air and ground,
North and South,
West and East
Four once-forgotten guarding the seed —
The buried origin none now heed
One is always small
One is always young
One is always new
One is always old
And if one fades and leaves the line,
The one in spirit holds the sign
Until another soul is drawn —
For one must die before one's born
Four in spirit, like wardens of flame,
And when one trembles, the others remain
Thus do they carry the weight of the world,
Though none remember the truth they hold
Yet in the old prophecies,
They were recalled —
As those who stretched the edges of all
And long have they waited the one who would come
To summon them forth when the turning is done
And lead the whole world beyond its frame,
Into a realm no tongue can name
So they stood, guarding the threshold from lies —
From those who beckon with honeyed disguise,
Who call without knowing the songs or the lore,
Whose lips hold no memory of what came before
For if they let liars step through the door,
The world may be shattered forevermore
But one who shall cross the border of being,
And make space tremble, in silent greeting —
Then they will gather, all four, for the call,
And ride through the world as the veil shall fall
The Earth will awaken, its shell will be torn —
As they open a gate for a world reborn
