Hawkwind

The elements that gather here upon this hill
shall cast no fear
Of lines that match across the world for travel
which no man has ever heard
The moon that shines its beam so bright
of stones that measure the silvery light
of energy that travels here
it happens on the seventh year.
A day shall come, we shall be as one
Perhaps the Dying has begun
From the realms beyond the sun
here our lifetime has begun