No longer is the darkest fate No longer Is the loose and banging gate That shook and broke with every slam Is now a still and steady hand Crouching low in the whispering sand This is where we heard No longer is the darkest fate No longer Is the loose and banging gate That shook and broke with every slam Is now a still and steady hand Crouching low in the whispering sand Where time is still and nature's pure It's hollered from there A beautiful word Rings from high snowcaps To the white silk desert To the far decrepit future This is where we heard