Since the time when Ra and Isis
Raised the sphinx out of the sand
And Apollo dreamed Athena
And men began to understand
That when darkness folds on darkness
In the restless tides of night
And lightning raises shadows
And for moments, gives them life
It's been said by those who ponder
That it surely is a sign
That a life touched by the stars
Is now running out of time
And that somewhere in that darkness
In the heart of that great storm
The world returns a soul
That the gods caused to be born
And this was such a storm
The kind one rarely sees in life
For in a room now filled with shadows
The Great Beethoven was spending
His last night
Now gathered around him there
Were the ghosts from out his past
For in the play unfolding there, this night
They, would be the cast
And there among these shadows
Was the beautiful Spirit of Fate
Who had arrived with her dwarf son, Twist
And with the other ghosts did watch and wait