Got woken in the night
By a mystic golden light
My head soaked in river water

I had been dressed in a coat of armor
They called a horse out of the woodland
"Take her there, through the desert shores"

They sang to me
"This is yours to wear
You're the chosen one
There's no turning back now"

The smell of redwood giants
A banquet for the shadows
Horse and I
We're dancers in the dark

Came upon the headdress
It was gilded, dark and golden
The children sang
I was so afraid
I took it to my head and prayed

They sang to me
"This is yours to wear
You're the chosen one
There's no turning back."

They sang to me
"This is yours to wear
You're the chosen one
There's no turning back."

There is no turning back
There is no turn
There is no turning back
There is no turn
There is no turning back
There is no turn