Jon And Vangelis

T'was the dawn creation of the underworld
Caves were born with thunder rendered sheets
Of flame cascading light the morning light
The dawning of the underworld.
All regions of Earth and space did take their place
Features carved with colors raining all about
Then brightness of the morning sun
Oh, glory of the morning sun.
Tell me of the way of things and how such beauty
Can divide our hearts and hands while holding
Out so closely now.
King of kings will oversee the dawning of truth
The overworld, pain is borne as love surrenders