AUTORES: Ritchie/Vimana.
Far beyond our body
Toils a weaver at the tapestry
Of broken dreams
Smiling in the knowledge
That he is the ancient father
To a hundred thousand kings
In his picture we must play
And in his image we must pass away
Innocent the children play
Among the trees and streets
Were the must learn to falle
And wearing daggers in they minds
They�ll smile and line their brothers up
Against the wall
But their weapon
And in his image we must pass away