[Silence. A dry ceremonial rattle circles like scales across stone. A deep drone rises. Heartbeat toms. Distant female voices breathe. A colossal symphonic burst. Silence.] Spoken Before the first light... Before the first god... Before time found its measure... The wheel... Was already turning. --- Verse I Before the sea embraced the shore, Before the stars were taught to burn, Before the heavens found their course, The wheel began to turn. No witness stood. No word was known. Only the silence Making stone. --- Pre-Chorus Every seed... Already knows. Every river... Always flows. Every ending Feeds the dawn. Nothing broken. Nothing wrong. --- Chorus Turn the wheel... Older than memory. Turn the wheel... Older than time. Every kingdom. Every child. Every mountain. Every tide. Turn the wheel... Everything arrives. --- Verse II The eagle climbs. The oak will fall. The smallest grain Outlives us all. The proud are dust. The meek are dust. The stars themselves Will fade to rust. Still... The wheel returns. --- [Instrumental – Hammond, Mellotron choir, fretless bass, soaring guitar. The rhythm repeats while the harmony continually evolves.] --- Bridge The flame consumes. The rain restores. The tide withdraws. The tide returns. The heart will love. The heart will mourn. The wheel remembers... The wheel returns. --- [Quiet break. The dry rattle returns beneath whispered choir.] Spoken Kings follow. Lovers follow. The dead follow. The gods follow. None are commanded. All are compelled. --- Final Chorus Turn the wheel... Before the dawn. Turn the wheel... When stars are gone. Every promise. Every name. Every victory. Every flame. Turn the wheel... It always will. --- Outro [The instruments dissolve until only the heartbeat and distant rattle remain.] Spoken Listen... It never stopped.
