Sonata of the Chosen Ones

Sentimental tones sound along the Universum

Flying per neverending void

Contractile impulsion of dead souls

Carries away beauteous melody of tommorow.

No more are alive the ones who sent them

There's no one to listen

So they fly alone and clang and clang

Grow strong and swell by their beauty.

Maybe once they will reach where they should

Maybe they will be heard by someone

And will amaze with their harmony

Their perfection of the Universum laces.

I believe they will gain the ear

That the Chosen Ones will get the mystique of tones

And once, once they will catch them

And send them further on their journey

Through INFINITY.

DAEMON: ...We spread our formulae, that He tought us, all around the Earth and there was no choice but to wait. All has its time, all has its Order. Ever we have known this. Only human forgot about it.