Saxon

You're far outside your body now looking down you see yourself below
Standing on the precipice you could be leaving soon the life you know
Waiting for your guardian
To take you up towards the astro plane
Follow me walking to the circle of light (*)
Follow me this could be the end of your life
Floating there above yourself
You watch the doctors try to save your life
Will you live or will you die
Your fate depends upon the surgeons knife
Detached from all reality