When the garden's rivers run,
Behold the birth of the red rising sun
When mountains rise from stone
Beget the man from flesh and bone
I am the hymnal singer
I am the freedom bringer
My soul no man may injure
I am the harbinger
When mountains rise from stone
Beget the man from flesh and bone
When the garden's rivers run
Behold the birth of the red rising sun
Awake I'm sleeping
Enigma creeping