You could scale a steeple of salt
And make a ruin of a giant's face
You could bring the city to a halt
And summon armies to seal your fate
When did you turn from an uncertain child
Into a vandal? Can you tell me?
Why have you planned this suicide tonight?
How can you call this a victory?
A burst of light and blue arms reach
Piercing the night with urgency
Is this the hour of your release?
A living wheel is turning, turning
A ruined shack, those you owe life to
A runneled face and a crooked hand
No act of any kind will keep you
From being bedded in the fatherland
A burst of light and blue arms reach
Piercing the night with urgency
Beyond the land of broken dreams
A living wheel is turning, turning
The capsule cracks, a midnight cold
Through the blue stain, what do you see?
Is this death taking control?
Or is it life, an you hear me?
A burst of light and blue arms reach
Piercing the night with urgency
Heaven's sign for your release
A living wheel is turning, turning
