Time marches on
why have you left me to die
when my soul will stay?
If this is the end, how come
my soul meets you once again...
my love will remain
We shall meet again on the other side
take my hand and we will fly away
In the ancient times of the spiritual
visions, forbidden thoughts awaits
the sign, the sign of freedom, the sign
of wisdom, the power to leave this world
I saw a man guard his land with a
spear of thousand tears, the messanger
of love, the gatekeeper of lust
Time marches on
why have you left me to die
when my soul will stay?
If this is the end, how come
my soul meets you once again...
my love will remain