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[DAWN:]

I was born in a time when the world was still free
I know not really when, where or why
Born a king child, but on the same day
It is told you could hear the land cry

Blood boiling like the core of this world

Live by dreaming
A walkabout in olden slopes
Wake up sleeping
In soil covered in ice
Where will the roses grow

Floating in a haze
Like seaweed to the shore

The beast that lurks in my genes
Is controlling my will
In endless search of the ultimate carnal thrill

Like a knight without an armour
I ride out to face the two backed beast
Naked in the face of horror
A jester at this undercover feast

He is walking in dreams
Not knowing reality's name
Still - is not real the fantasy
When believed in?

Through the shadows of what some call life
He is lighting his way
Not knowing if to kill or to cry

To overthrow his masters
Always the slave by healthy envy was driven
But is my envy still healthy
When I wish not to inherit the castles they live in

I covet not my neighbour's house
Nor his thralls or his cattle
Only the shield that they are to him

Watch the disillusionist making hinself disappear
A last display of magic ere surrendering to fear
Lost my faith in leaders and systems long ago
Now it seems I'm losing faith in everything I know
No more attempts to fill the empty pages

Don't ask me to explain my actions
There's no masterplan

The silent see; no rolling waves
Yet in my soul are darkened caves
Something roaming in my mind
A creature from another time

The sea grows red as sun goes down
A voice cries out; I turn around
Hidden power not to see

I wish from the beginning of this game
I had known it was in vain
That everything was doomed to fail

Too long I lived in childish innocence
While the teachers of pretence
Tested my will to prevail

Once a your boy he set out
Upon the road to fame and fortune
Full of hope for all looks bright in daylight
But the young boy he must learn
That the road is twisted and turned
And dangerous to travel after midnight

Born out of the fire

I met the old man
In the dephts of the woods
He said: i'll show thee a bit of the future
If perchance thou wilt listen

[THE WANDERER:]
"The journey it has been so long
Is it the end that we feel drawing nearer

Another dawn out here
Or so I reckon it must be
A slightly paler shade of grey around
If not inside of me

I stand firm here now
At this ship's prow
But I'm a proud captain no more

Strange how the world shrinks while you grow up
Some of it seems so long ago
It cannot really have been me at all

As future turns to past
Premonition turns to reminiscence
Reality to mythology
Doors open wide

Shadow, for every light there be.
Sorrow, not always dark is she.
High above the clouds, on nightowls we will fly away from fear.
Wakeful, there'll be no rest tonight.
But still now, no candles shall I light.

High above the clouds.
Restless souls will find the gates of dawn.

Light flickers like burning birds
On the dark, silky surface
The willows are leaning over the edge
To catch a glimpse of her beauty

Such a relief
To sink into her shadows
Deep as the grief

In my dream...
‘Twas a cold morning when I saw the first of them
Tiny spots on the horizon
Their wings blackening out the sun
Exodus had begun
Messengers of damnation
And the people cried: “The birds are leaving”

Striding forever down the road; continuous stream of losses
Leaving wrecks at every turning; broken glass and crosses
Whispers in the trees and ghosts in the attic
Will the sailor ever reach the shore
Will we ever know if there is more

Which is the curse, which is the gift; let me touch the sky
When we are born or when we die

If Shakespeare himself be raised from his grave
There'd be no words for the emptiness I feel

I released the beast inside me, but it had gone tame
I rang the churchbells high on the hill, but no one came
I try capturing images, but my camera is blind
And the stars that I reach for
Just the movieset of my mind

At the edge of a dream, it seems
I walk at the edge of a field
I touch the soil
Searching for something

To the ground I kneel, I feel
The presence of all who went before
And suddenly

If this is the end, then what was it all worth?
Don't bother to ask, there's no price on this earth
'Cause life's still a mystery
You can't cost-benefit-analyse it
And the hereafter's all in our minds
Though we try to disguise it
Still it shall be exciting to see the end of the show
Abra-macabra, baby, here we go!

In my veins still runs tha blood of the wild
Deep within my heart the earliest of songs
In my eyes the light of the first of days
But the road is hidden
And I'm so far, so fara away

Turning another page in the book
I'm beginning to wonder

Here I stand looking at the sky
It has never been so red before
Here I stand looking at the mountains
They have never been so tall before

Now the road lies ahead
Yes I'm heading on
But don't miss me when I'm gone

In their veins still runs the blood of the wild
Weep within their hearts the earliest of songs
In their eyes the light of the first of days
But the road is hidden
And they are so far, so far away

Staring into darkness... Something stirs inside
A longing for something left long ago

Dark sails on the horizon
The maelstrom will take us down
It's a rainy day for the end of the world
Yet I see a lighthouse far away, it's winking at me
(like an image of an image)
If you see it too, then it must be real

Then at last here we stand