Aeon

Let the fire burn

And the ashes drown your past,

Let the rain fall down

And wash the ruins of your life

When the wind is blowing

It dries the sands of decades

A new growth is born

And it is ready for a new flame

At the moment of silence I feel like I am the one,

Who was chosen to stay and find out where this all begun

Fire is burning me

Desire to set us free

The choirs of glory

Have now turned to silence,

The sound of the aeon,

The arias of the oldest ones

Once so beautiful a flower

Has now lost its blaze,

The young fallen child

Is now sleeping so pale

At the moment of silence I feel like I am the one,

Who was chosen to stay and find out where this all begun

Fire is burning me

Desire to set the beast free

The wild stream of time is surging...

It's flowing free...

It has a grip on me...a grip on you...Eternally...

The dark dreams of the past are calling with agonies...

They are haunting me...haunting you...Eternally...