Now is the time to change our story's tone Past friends are gone, their story has been told We enter now a different time 200 years have passed of moments quite sublime Our story takes flight into a magic realm History not written but told Told to our children Told to our wives Told at the fireside All spoken of with pride Sons follow their fathers their sons follow on The relic quite forgotten life just carry's on He village lives its life unaware Of visitors arriving in the night They reveal themselves in the shape of men Though ethereal, translucent, not real, not right They greet us and say they have a story to tell A change in your lives will come Someone is coming to tell you a tale Of history that took place before you were born Forget all you've been told that's all in the past These people will tell you the real truth The rest is just a myth A group arrives, not what they expect A woman riding on an ass dressed up in shabby clothes Her name is Sarah they are told A child from a story yet to unfold The story she talks of is story that goes back in time She says she's descended from God