Since the time when Ra and Isis
Raised the sphinx out of the sand
And Apollo dreamed Athena
And men began to understand

That when darkness folds on darkness
In the restless tired of night
And lighting raises shadows
And for moments gives them life

It's been said by those who ponder
That it surely is a sign
That a life touched by the stars
Is [bad word] out of time

And that somewhere in that darkness
In the heart of that great storm
The world returns a soul
That the Gods caused to be born

And this was such a storm
The kind one rarely sees in life
For in a room now filled with shadows
The great Beethoven was spending
His last night...