You can read it in the stars, in heaven's celestial light, When time churns under the Masters clock,and the spirit of life stirs within,With the quivering voice of the old man, and the cry of the new born, Come! Read the words of life and of death, May justice reign in the earth, Children playing in the sun give utterance to majestic phrase, when jewels of praise roll of their tongues, and glisten in the haze, When the winds of war blow turmoil upon the shores of a tranquill land, then will heaven's valiant march as lions, and the vanquished will be no more, Hear the words written on the heart that speak of better days, and the sublime peeks over the eternal horizon purifying the soul, Sleep on my children and I shall awake thee in white raiment, Golden crowns shall adorn thee, Oh, have you not heard my words, how the mute proclaim my counsel? In the night, I stole the wise mans pride, and he arose to hear loves song, Take wings now, and fly my child, for a mighty thing is coming...