Immortal wind, great chariot in the sky, the song of songs from the soul is nigh.
Rage from the heart, rage from the heart, to the world unsound, from the dust came the thorn filled-crown. Great chariot in the sky, great chariot in the sky......
The lonesome sea swallowed me, my eyes withdrawn from light, I raised the sail from that dream, in the ballad of the night.
Sweet chariot in the sky, sweet chariot in the sky.
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