作词 : Wakeman Phaeton asked his mother Pleading with her, was he the son Of the God Apollo, "Please tell me am I the one" The sun as a witness Was called for its truthfulness "go to the land whence the sun rises. Built of gold and jewels Is the palace of the sun. Demand of Apollo. Are you his rightful son?" And so he ventured in time Spring was crowned with thorns And Summer's ripe grain formed as a wreath Autumn stained with juice of grapes Winter icy still beneath "Am I your son?" "Can I drive your chariot. Your chariot of the sun? Chase the tests of nature Until the race is won?" Afraid of the danger at first he declined "The dangers are such that you cannot survive" Still the wish was granted, horses springing forward as one Serpents coiled down below, felt the heat as if it were sun Control no longer, the world on fire Still he journeyed through Rivers boiled and earth cracked Fishes sought their lowest depth Earth cried out in pain Could she withstand such a test? Jupiter sent thunder, lightning Rain to water the fire And to quench new thirst The chariot was burning, into cooling waters it fell Phaeton rests now and on his stone The words are written. "No more the chariot of the sun wich could not bring him home."
作词 : Wakeman Phaeton asked his mother Pleading with her, was he the son Of the God Apollo, "Please tell me am I the one" The sun as a witness Was called for its truthfulness "go to the land whence the sun rises. Built of gold and jewels Is the palace of the sun. Demand of Apollo. Are you his rightful son?" And so he ventured in time Spring was crowned with thorns And Summer's ripe grain formed as a wreath Autumn stained with juice of grapes Winter icy still beneath "Am I your son?" "Can I drive your chariot. Your chariot of the sun? Chase the tests of nature Until the race is won?" Afraid of the danger at first he declined "The dangers are such that you cannot survive" Still the wish was granted, horses springing forward as one Serpents coiled down below, felt the heat as if it were sun Control no longer, the world on fire Still he journeyed through Rivers boiled and earth cracked Fishes sought their lowest depth Earth cried out in pain Could she withstand such a test? Jupiter sent thunder, lightning Rain to water the fire And to quench new thirst The chariot was burning, into cooling waters it fell Phaeton rests now and on his stone The words are written. "No more the chariot of the sun wich could not bring him home."
