Got woken in the night,
by a mystic golden light.
My head soaked in river water.
I had been dressed in a coat of armor.
They called a horse out of the woodland.

"Take her there, through the desert shores."
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear.
You´re the chosen one, there´s no turning back...now."

The smell of redwood giants.
The banquet for the shadows.
Horse and I, we´re dancers in the dark.
Came upon the headdress.
It was gilded, dark and golden.
The children sang.
I was so afraid I took it to my head and prayed.
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You´re the chosen one, there´s no turning back."
They sang to me, "This is yours to wear. You´re the chosen one, there´s no turning back."

There is no turning back.

There is no turn.
There is no turning back.
There is no turn.
There is no turning back.
There is no turn.