[Two great sovereigns meet at last.
From worlds apart, their die is cast.
From the west, rising from the pyre.
From the east, descending through celestial fire.]
In the sky, and on the earth.
The travel the world, to find their worth.
On the sand, and beneith the sea.
They seek their selves, they seek to be free.
Turning left, turning right.
With open arms, they seek no fight.
With heart they feel natures embrace,
The universe exalts what it cannot debase.
When the hour is late, the clock tells it’s the.
The best sleep will come, beneath a golden vale.
