Horus, the son of Isis, lay in the marshes of Buto,
poisoned by Set.
She called out to the High God Ra to kill this evil,
so that her son may live yet;
casting aside her present fears, she called out
on the boat of millions of years....
Ra came and saw, and stopped the sun until he had
cured the life of the innocent.
Horus the Good lived in the North,
in lands of fertility and beauty;
But Set stayed in the hard desert,
to him belonged all drought and perversity.
While he sheds his tears beneath
the boat of millions of years.
He fights to kill the Hawk,
bearing with him evil and darkness;
but Horus lives with the Sun.
Forever the battle rages, evil tries
to kill the innocent baby,
and only Osiris, the Lord of the Dead,
can eventually save it.
So we must cast aside our future fears
and call out on the boat of millions of years:
the God of Love is on our side, and with him
we shall not die - there's life in the Sun!
Only in violence is the cause lost;
in peace, grey Set can't kill our baby of love.
Life is an endless succession of waves...
you're happy/you're sad,
and you don't appreciate the good times
until you're in the bad:
you wake up one morning... w...
and you're twice as unhappy as you've ever
been before in your life.
You wake up, go to the window and see smoke
billowing across the lawn.
You pick your feet up, drag yourself downstairs
and you're gone....
You wake up, look to your left but you see
no reassuring head.
You stay in bed all day;
at six o'clock you realise you're dead