[Verse 1] Over the waters, the stars slowly drift, A wheel in the heavens, a silent gift. Pisces fades, Aquarius pours, Time grinds its ages through mythic doors. [Chorus] Turn, O turning mill, grind the cosmic grain, A thousand ages passing, yet the song’s the same. From the dawn of memory to the fire of today, The wheel keeps turning, the stars show the way. [Verse 2] Ancients carved stone, left the myths we keep, Hamlet’s mill groans in the ocean deep. Heroes rise, and empires fall, But the sky remembers, it records it all. [Chorus] Turn, O turning mill, grind the cosmic grain, A thousand ages passing, yet the song’s the same. From the dawn of memory to the fire of today, The wheel keeps turning, the stars show the way. [Bridge] Every 25,000 years the cycle begins anew, The ages of gold, of iron, of shadow too. But the kingdom’s within, where the heart takes flight, When the two are made one, we return to the Light. [Final Chorus] Turn, O turning mill, grind the cosmic grain, A thousand ages passing, yet the song’s the same. Through the blackness, through the flame, The wheel keeps turning — we are not the same.
