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