| Song | In the Beginning |
| Artist | Genesis |
| Album | From Genesis to Revelation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:A.Phillips/P.Gabriel) Music:A.Phillips/P.Gabriel) | |
| Ocean of motion | |
| Squirming around and up and down | |
| Pushing together | |
| Scattering mountains all around you | |
| That is the sound of a new born world | |
| And the light from a curious sky | |
| It has begun | |
| You're in the hands of destiny | |
| Thrashing with violence | |
| Hurling its lava up and down | |
| Furnace of frenzy | |
| Burning with power uncontrolled | |
| That is the sound of a new born world | |
| And the light from a curious sky | |
| It has begun | |
| You're in the hands of destiny | |
| Is that the chariot with stallions gold? | |
| Is that a prince of heaven on the ground? | |
| Is that the roar of a thundercrash? | |
| This is my world and it's waiting to be crowned | |
| Father, son, looks down with happiness | |
| Life is on its way | |
| Ocean of motion | |
| Squirming around and up and down | |
| Pushing together | |
| Scattering mountains all around you | |
| That is the sound of a new born world | |
| And the light from a curious sky | |
| It has begun | |
| You're in the hands of destiny | |
| Is that the chariot with stallions gold? | |
| Is that a prince of heaven on the ground? | |
| Is that the roar of a thundercrash? | |
| This is my world and it's waiting to be crowned | |
| Father, son, looks down with happiness | |
| Life is on its way |
| Lyrics: A. Phillips P. Gabriel Music: A. Phillips P. Gabriel | |
| Ocean of motion | |
| Squirming around and up and down | |
| Pushing together | |
| Scattering mountains all around you | |
| That is the sound of a new born world | |
| And the light from a curious sky | |
| It has begun | |
| You' re in the hands of destiny | |
| Thrashing with violence | |
| Hurling its lava up and down | |
| Furnace of frenzy | |
| Burning with power uncontrolled | |
| That is the sound of a new born world | |
| And the light from a curious sky | |
| It has begun | |
| You' re in the hands of destiny | |
| Is that the chariot with stallions gold? | |
| Is that a prince of heaven on the ground? | |
| Is that the roar of a thundercrash? | |
| This is my world and it' s waiting to be crowned | |
| Father, son, looks down with happiness | |
| Life is on its way | |
| Ocean of motion | |
| Squirming around and up and down | |
| Pushing together | |
| Scattering mountains all around you | |
| That is the sound of a new born world | |
| And the light from a curious sky | |
| It has begun | |
| You' re in the hands of destiny | |
| Is that the chariot with stallions gold? | |
| Is that a prince of heaven on the ground? | |
| Is that the roar of a thundercrash? | |
| This is my world and it' s waiting to be crowned | |
| Father, son, looks down with happiness | |
| Life is on its way |
| Lyrics: A. Phillips P. Gabriel Music: A. Phillips P. Gabriel | |
| Ocean of motion | |
| Squirming around and up and down | |
| Pushing together | |
| Scattering mountains all around you | |
| That is the sound of a new born world | |
| And the light from a curious sky | |
| It has begun | |
| You' re in the hands of destiny | |
| Thrashing with violence | |
| Hurling its lava up and down | |
| Furnace of frenzy | |
| Burning with power uncontrolled | |
| That is the sound of a new born world | |
| And the light from a curious sky | |
| It has begun | |
| You' re in the hands of destiny | |
| Is that the chariot with stallions gold? | |
| Is that a prince of heaven on the ground? | |
| Is that the roar of a thundercrash? | |
| This is my world and it' s waiting to be crowned | |
| Father, son, looks down with happiness | |
| Life is on its way | |
| Ocean of motion | |
| Squirming around and up and down | |
| Pushing together | |
| Scattering mountains all around you | |
| That is the sound of a new born world | |
| And the light from a curious sky | |
| It has begun | |
| You' re in the hands of destiny | |
| Is that the chariot with stallions gold? | |
| Is that a prince of heaven on the ground? | |
| Is that the roar of a thundercrash? | |
| This is my world and it' s waiting to be crowned | |
| Father, son, looks down with happiness | |
| Life is on its way |