Distant instrument\'s drown the night away
A fading light rising above the ocean beckons
Owls hoot and wolves howl the stars to a frenzy
As time\'s story restrains me to remind me

O! Your History Invites Thee
To Witness But Your Genes
O! Child Of Mine, Child Of Time!
Come! Witness But A Frenzy Of Tonights Sky!

Witness Your Roots! Offspring Of An Island!
Weathered Against The Winds Claim To Death\'s Fame And Lack Of Silence
Desolate And Isolated, Home To A Fresh Mountain Well
Hydrating Your Ancestors Hidden By It\'s Ocean Crushed Shell

O! Your History Invites Thee
To Witness But Your Genes
O! Child Of Mine, Child Of Time!
Come! Witness But A Frenzy Of Tonights Sky!

Escaping Russia\'s Torment In European War Time
The Changing Of The Name, O! Puchnarewicz Child! Child Of Mine!
Witness How She Cuts Her Own Wood Down For Warmth!
Guide Her Through The Moonlight, She Lives In Fear Of The Wolves At Night

O! Your History Invites Thee
To Witness But Your Genes
O! Child Of Mine, Child Of Time!
Come! Witness But A Frenzy Of Tonights Sky!

Russia And Ireland\'s Grandparents Marry And Create A Living
Raising The Family In The City Of London In The Life Of Cockney
Yet He Never Would Live To See The Full Extent Of His Line Of Offspring
Mental Illness Gained From A Childhood Living On Water And Bread Among\'st Forested Trees

O! Your History Invites Thee
To Witness But Your Genes
O! Child Of Mine, Child Of Time!
Come! Witness But A Frenzy Of Tonights Sky!

They Cross And Settle From The Island To The Edge Of The West Welsh Coast
The Atlantic Wind Still Following Each And Every Step
In The Rock\'s And Rough Of Nature\'s Mountains And Lakes
They Live A Peaceful Lengthly Childhood

O! Your History Invites Thee
To Witness But Your Genes
O! Child Of Mine, Child Of Time!
Come! Witness But A Frenzy Of Tonights Sky!
Witness! Witness For The Last Time!

The Creation Of The Welsh Mountains And Winds Travels To London For The Stars
The Creation Of London\'s Streets And Russia\'s History And He Finally Meet
Half Way Between The Very West And East Of Europe, My Child You Are Born
A Part Of The Line Of Time Created From These Distant Lives Of The Never Ending Past

O! Tell These Stories Of Your History!
For These People Deserve Not To Be Forgotten
When Your Own Mirror Stands A Mystery
Remember All These People, Running In Your Blood

Distant instrument\'s fade away in the night
A journey\'s light rising above the ocean beckons me goodbye
Owls hoot and wolves howl the stars to calm
As time\'s story succeeds to remind me