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