Seven

Lay down your weapons Dead or even done Watchers are calling Hundred million strong Colours sober Speak of rains to come With naked eye, they soar like Lightening doves in flight Every king is armed Cavalry and the fire lords Goddess of the soil Ever beating drum Pure light of seven Colder to the touch Draw the line and cure life Currency of time Every king is armed Cavalry and the fire lords Goddess of the soil Ever beating, beating drum Who can't see the stars? Soar like lightening doves Every king is armed Cavalry and the fire lords Goddess of the soil Beating, beating, beating drum Never to become Powerless and watch colours running Dead or even done Painted shadow across the sun Hoo-hoo! The need has come Gonna feel it Gonna see it She's not a little toy Who are we anyway?