King of the World - Hawkwind

The dreamer climbed a mountain, aiming for the sun

The search had started, evolution had begun

Ancient mystery brought to life, stories of the distant past

Of how a King once wished a son to change the world at last

A shaman spoke a prophecy of creation’s earthly form

One who walks amongst us will ten times be born

Each one would guide us further towards the distant sun

Rama was the seventh, when will the next one come?

When will the next one come?

When will the next one come?

The secret lies within us

Deep inside the human mind

That we are law unto ourselves

Though some cannot find

The road is long and dangerous

So do not fade or fall

It can be seen for an instant

But some not at all