Here we stand, at the shattered remains Of a beautiful, ordered world that once was For when severed from the well-spring that breathes Life into a people... a nation... And they whose thirst is slaked by the mirage of the modern world Cause the well itself to run dry But only then will those with a true thirst, A hunger for knowledge of a higher kind Whose arms outstretch to the sky above, And do not claw the earth below Those who seek mysteries in higher realms will Breathe life into the well that once lay dormant And rivers will gush forth, a spiritual wave, Whose ripples will be felt forward and backward in time And its waves will lap against new shores, And a people will once again gather, To create new horizons, build new kingdoms, Forge new nations, from among the ruins of a lost world