Drastisch - ...By Untrodden Paths lyrics

"The time has been, when yet the muse was young, When Homer swept the lyre, and Maro sung, An epic scarce ten centuries could claim, While awe-struck nations hailed the magic name: The work of each immortal bard appears The single wonder of a thousand years Empires have mouldered from the face of earth, Tongues have expired with those who gave them birth, Without the glory such a strain can give, As even in ruin bids the language live". [George Gordon, Lord Byron] You keep the secrets of the night In the deep blue of the sky I want to cry No more rain - I die... We were the prophets of mankind We were the poets of the light Now darkness shines Blind your eyes and... You keep the secrets of my life In the deep blue of your eyes Everything dies I just want to cry... We shared the knowledge with the sun But our message now is gone Time runs too fast Everything is lost... DALLE CENERI Dalle ceneri di questo Insipido mare Nel non ricordo Delle eroiche Gesta antiche, Torneremo Ad essere grandi Dove nessuno Õ mai stato, A risplendere, Dove la luce Finora Aveva soltanto Albeggiato. Come la luce Finora Aveva soltanto Distrutto. And here we go... ...We're prophets reborn!