Right beyond the frozen lake of sorrow

when they reached the ruins of Ayraklis

losing their will and conscience

they fell down trapped in a deadly sleep

But not far the horns of hope were sounding

raging moving every icy stone

there where their lying bodies

were now surrounded by ten shy little Gorks



So the miracle saved them

and they woke up again

thanks to secret and unknown old cures

based on magic plants

Oh what wonderful creatures...

only a few could see them

only legends and old fairytales

describing their cold far white reign



WARRIORS OF THE NEW CENTURY

NOW RISE

HEAR THE SAD VOICE OF STARLESS NIGHTS

WARRIORS OF THE NEW CENTURY

NOW RIDE

CROSS THE COSMIC SHORES OF MORTAL TIME



So that dream spoke to the silent warrior

rising now from moons of black abyss

drinking the brew of wild herbs

the special one's growing only on those hills

She was there already cured and happy

able so to kiss his lips again

but sadly time was running out

and all those fools were going to find their way



So they thanked all those new friends

leaving that mystic place

setting off on their journey

fleeing to reach a safer place

When they came to the white lakes

they could see behind them

that enormous and ancestral black moon

screaming visual pain...true pain!



WARRIORS OF THE NEW CENTURY

NOW RISE

HEAR THE SAD VOICE OF STARLESS NIGHTS

WARRIORS OF THE NEW CENTURY

NOW RIDE

CROSS THE COSMIC SHORES OF MORTAL TIME