Audi vocem tuam interiorem
Audire potes echo maiorum tuorum?
Omnes sunt in parte tua, ut te doceat
In tuis cogitationibus, iudiciis et actionibus
Voces eorum audi et ad cor tuum eas serva
Let's raise a toast to the dead
Lest we forget what they said
We'll raise a glass to the dead
And we'll remember what they said
Though they are long forgotten now
I hear their words inside somehow
Yes, they are long abandoned now
But I know what they've said
The echoes of the past, all over
I've been talking to the dead, prime mover
Just raise your hand to your heart
It's where it ends, where it starts
Just close your eyes, touch your heart
Embrace this ancient natural art
You will be long forgotten, gone
But things you've said and things you've done
Will echo down and linger on
It's simple, it's plain
The echoes of the past, all over
I've been talking to the dead, prime mover
The echo of my past
The echoes of the past, all over
I've been talking to the dead, prime mover
The echoes of the past, all over
I've been talking to the dead, prime mover
The echoes of the past, all over
I've been talking to the dead, prime mover
The echoes of my past
All over
I've been talking to the dead, prime mover
