Alone with the questions, an outcast for many years

He has seen those marble archways and the avenue of crimson tears

Now shadows are staring at him but he turns his face away

They remind him of his true self, gone with the first winter day



Yesterday's like a dream and tomorrow's like a mirage

When's the time to get eternal rest? When's the endless roaming over?



His frequent groans were only silent whispers in the whirlwind

He ended up in this timeless race just for his father's sins

On his father's grave he swore: "I'll accomplish your endless task"

But his wings were burnt by the sunlight and his mirth hiding behind the mask



Then he heard the stentorian noise beyond the mountains

The ancient coronach of flora and fauna

He remembered an old gnostic tale of the coruscating crystal of tranquillity



He had travelled through time, seen the runes of the light and the dark

He found the answer to his questions: "How to free his chained heart"

The eternal one can finally rest, he is one of the mortals now

The beauty of the crystal glowing and his eyes shining with it, somehow



Yesterday's like a dream and tomorrow's like a mirage

Now's the time to get eternal rest, now's the endless roaming over