I will be your history
I'll be the blame
Like the sacred mysteries
They're all the same
Dark aroma like plants that throw their fragrance round
Roots that clutch thread through the dust below the ground
Silver Moon is turning
Now I feel the glow burning
Lift your burdens high
My solar on the rise
Lift your burdens high
My solar on the rise
See a miracle but my baby don't believe
If that gift is given you better not receive
There's a hymn within
Singing all the end again
Lift your burdens high
My solar on the rise
Lift your burdens high
My solar on the rise
Lift your burdens high
My solar on the rise
Lift your burdens high
My solar on the rise
Lift your burdens high
My solar on the rise
Lift your burdens high
My solar on the rise
