Werkraum - Cystals lyrics

What precious days. Down amidst the snow! We wallowed in Those Crystal Stones. And, as their torches burned bright, Our heavy hearts tasted such delight. What distant grace! Could you hear the sonorous shots? They were the last race, True Descendents of the Gods. And, at the edge of eternal night, We arose and we bathed in blazing light. We are the Children of Future and Past. Now, receive the last Of this yearning. What kind of d**h, Naked in sparkling white soil? Snared by hunter's breath, Yet bound by this oath so loyal, And, as their souls took flight, We soared ever upward to heaven's heights. Forevermore, Sublimity shall reign. Divinity's law, Our blessing and bane. And, as our beings unite, In triumph, we consummate this rite. We are the Children of Future and Past. Now, receive the last Of this yearning.