Manco Capac - Quintessence

Nobody knows where the spirit lies

Some people search all the passing eyes

In all those faces of marked disguise

And love comes from wishing cloud skies

And love comes from wishing

And love comes

And love

And love, love, love, love

High on a mount in the sacred place

The Holy sun is born to the lake

He radiates his life — the sun’s son

In water and cosmic energy the God’s flow

And he is the spirit in the lake of time

His eyes are the Truth you seek

His face is blue wishing cloud skies