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Anno Mundi (The Vision)
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Can you see me, are you near me?
Can you hear me crying out for life?
Can you tell me, where's the glory?
Ride the days and sail the nights
 
When it's over, find the answer
Running in the whispering rain
Anno Mundi, can you wonder
Truth or thunder, life or blame
 
Do you see a vision of a perfect place?
Does it make you laugh, put a smile on your face?
Do you need a mirror, do you see it well?
Does the hand of God still toll the bell?
 
There are people laughing, they're all laughing at you
If only they could see what you're saying was true, ooh yeah
Still generals fighting, making war on the world
Don't they know, don't they know? No, no, no
 
As the wind in the night blows cold
Your eyes are burning
And the sands of our time grow old
Anno Mundi, yeah
 
Do you follow the path that so many tread?
Are you among the blind so easily lead?
Do you join in the war, do you fight for the 'cause?
Depend on another to fight it alone
 
As the wind in the night blows cold
Your eyes are burning
And the sands of our time grow old, no, no, no
 
Can you see me now, oh, can you hear me now? Oh, no
Can you tell me where's the glory?
Ride the days and sail the nights
When it's over, you'll find the answer, running in the rain
Truth or thunder, life or blame
 
There's a hope that's growing and a vision too
All those angry hearts now reach out for you
Do you look to the dawn, see a new day begun?
No longer the fool, the vision is done
 
As the wind in the night blows cold
Your eyes are burning
And the sands of our time grow old
Your eyes are burning
 
As the wind in the night blows cold
Your eyes are burning
And the sands of our time grow old
Your eyes are burning