Hawkwind – Lord Of Light

The elements that gather here upon this hill

shall cast no fear

Of lines that match across the world for travel

which no man has ever heard

The moon that shines its beam so bright

of stones that measure the silvery light

of energy that travels here

it happens on the seventh year.

A day shall come, we shall be as one

Perhaps the Dying has begun

From the realms beyond the sun

here our lifetime has begun