| Lyrics: | I have memory and awareness,
But I have no shape or form.
As a disembodied spirit,
I
am dead and yet unborn.
I have passed into Olympus
As was told in tales of old,
To
the city of Immortals,
Marble white and purest gold.
I see the gods in battle rage
on high,
Thunderbolts across the sky.
I cannot move, I cannot hide,
I feel a silent
scream begin inside.
Then all at once the chaos ceased.
A stillness fell, of sound
and peace.
The warriors felt my silent cry
And stayed their struggle,
mystified.
Apollo was atonished;
Dionysus thought me mad.
But they heard my
story further,
And they wondered, and were sad.
Looking down from Olympus
On a
world of doubt and fear,
Its surface splintered
Into sorry Hemispheres.
They
sat a while in silence,
Then they turned at last to me.
"We will call you Cygnus,
The
god of Balance you shall be |
