Apollo

Lost in the sands of a lunar sea

Mysteries of God are awaiting me

A treasure trove of ancient technology

Strewn in broken glass

Castles that climb high in the moon-sky

Of a future that passed

Apollo is holding the fortunes of man

Oaths have been sworn in deep secrecy

Spells have been cast for our destiny

Just as Osiris rises in the night

Our sails seek the skies

We will retrieve the birthright of Horus

Right before your eyes

Apollo is holding the fortunes of man

Isis! Horus! Osiris! Rising!

Found in the sands of a lunar sea

Cloaked in a shroud of conspiracy

Who gives a damn if all in the land

Thinks we didn't go?

For what we found on the moon with Apollo

Is worth any man's soul

Apollo is holding the fortunes of man