Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire). . And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.. And you and I reach over the sun for the river.. And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement..
I Cord of Life. . A man conceived a moment's answer to the dream. Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes. As a foundation left to create the spiral aim.
Burning are the skies, blinding is sun, the Evil work is being done. The sea turned red, the land is warm - see the omens of the final storm. Biting wind, infernal chant, no dead is rising from the grave.