We are the watchers of the dance. Many wonder at us. But how could there not be an audience For 
the greatest of all comedies? Through the windless night we sail, To watch the timeless dance un
fold. Out of joy we share the tale, To any who would have it told. Back when all the stars were 
young, Before the Minstrel songs were sung, When this galaxy was new, There came from far the Cr
ystal Few. Gradually they spread through space. They were the first, the only race. The virus sp
read like burning fire, The sea of dread rose higher and higher. The Crystal Ones had to fight B
y causing suns to ignite. Self-defense, it is their right. From inward out the races flee, Searc
hing for a place to hide. Ever in a wave of war, And on the crest the strongest ride. Time, it s
eems, doesn't flow. For some it's fast, for others slow. In which to one race is no time at all,
 Another race can rise and fall. And harder still to regognize That which lies before ones eyes.
 So many races have believed In only what was preconceived. That which is ancient may be new, It
 all depends on point of view... We are the watchers of the dance. Many wonder at us. But how co
uld there not be an audience For the greatest of all comedies? Through the windless night we sai
l, To watch the timeless dance unfold. Out of joy we share the tale, To any who would have it to
ld. Back when all the stars were young, Before the Minstrel songs were sung, When this galaxy wa
s new, There came from far the Crystal Few. Gradually they spread through space. They were the f
irst, the only race. The virus spread like burning fire, The sea of dread rose higher and higher
. The Crystal Ones had to fight By causing suns to ignite. Self-defense, it is their right. From
 inward out the races flee, Searching for a place to hide. Ever in a wave of war, And on the cre
st the strongest ride. Time, it seems, doesn't flow. For some it's fast, for others slow. In whi
ch to one race is no time at all, Another race can rise and fall. And harder still to regognize 
That which lies before ones eyes. So many races have believed In only what was preconceived. Tha
t which is ancient may be new, It all depends on point of view... We are the watchers of the dan
ce. Many wonder at us. But how could there not be an audience For the greatest of all comedies? 
Through the windless night we sail, To watch the timeless dance unfold. Out of joy we share the 
tale, To any who would have it told. Back when all the stars were young, Before the Minstrel son
gs were sung, When this galaxy was new, There came from far the Crystal Few. Gradually they spre
ad through space. They were the first, the only race. The virus spread like burning fire, The se
a of dread rose higher and higher. The Crystal Ones had to fight By causing suns to ignite. Self
-defense, it is their right. From inward out the races flee, Searching for a place to hide. Ever
 in a wave of war, And on the crest the strongest ride. Time, it seems, doesn't flow. For some i
t's fast, for others slow. In which to one race is no time at all, Another race can rise and fal
l. And harder still to regognize That which lies before ones eyes. So many races have believed I
n only what was preconceived. That which is ancient may be new, It all depends on point of view.
.. We are the watchers of the dance. Many wonder at us. But how could there not be an audience F
or the greatest of all comedies? Through the windless night we sail, To watch the timeless dance
 unfold. Out of joy we share the tale, To any who would have it told. Back when all the stars we
re young, Before the Minstrel songs were sung, When this galaxy was new, There came from far the
 Crystal Few. Gradually they spread through space. They were the first, the only race. The virus
 spread like burning fire, The sea of dread rose higher and higher. The Crystal Ones had to figh
t By causing suns to ignite. Self-defense, it is their right. From inward out the races flee, Se
arching for a place to hide. Ever in a wave of war, And on the crest the strongest ride. Time, i
t seems, doesn't flow. For some it's fast, for others slow. In which to one race is no time at a
ll, Another race can rise and fall. And harder still to regognize That which lies before ones ey
es. So many races have believed In only what was preconceived. That which is ancient may be new,
 It all depends on point of view... We are the watchers of the dance. Many wonder at us. But how
 could there not be an audience For the greatest of all comedies? Through the windless night we 
sail, To watch the timeless dance unfold. Out of joy we share the tale, To any who would have it
 told. Back when all the stars were young, Before the Minstrel songs were sung, When this galaxy
 was new, There came from far the Crystal Few. Gradually they spread through space. They were th
e first, the only race. The virus spread like burning fire, The sea of dread rose higher and hig