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