[Music: Patrick]. . [Solos: Pat]. . Wake the world out of slumber. From cattle some have raised to redeem memory. All shall come discover the world into eyes of lunacy.
[Music: Mathieu]. . One day the sun seemed to fall. And the horizon came soaring. Coulds racing, ground heaving. Crumbles another kingdom. Engulfed where skies and sea collide.
A thousand miles away from home. It seems that all your dreams and hopes are gone. You're at the point of no return. Oh, tell me, will you ever learn?.
Peaceful they lived. In a world without war. Everything seemed to be clear. Riders approaching. Raming all down. Bringing them sadness and tears. . Nothing was left.
Eleven thousand and five hundred years ago. The realm of the golden age ruling the world. Thousands of warships, ten thousands war chariots. Hundred thousands armed warriors.
And there was war in heaven. Michael and his angels. Fought against the dragon. The dragon fought, and his angels. . And he prevailed not. Neither was their place.
Apocalypse, apocalypse. . The war was lost, swords turned to rust. Suddenly there was a great light. Wrath of Gods shining bright. . Deadly rain from the sky.
Aeon, aeon, aeon, aeon. Aeon, aeon, aeon, aeon. . We seeked for a new life. We found places to stay. We came from Aztlan. A land far away. . Over the ocean.
In the dark night, pleasures arise. Searching for lust, thirst for sex. The oldest business, in this world. Shows itself, a whole night long. She stands here - waiting for - another John.
I look in the mirror and what I can see. Is one face with abandonment. I can't hide myself and I'm not free. Living in mental abasement. . Imprison. .
And as the blood trails down the sink you catch a glimpse. But it's surreal, you're not who you think, feel so detached. Just to your left, there in the tub, lays your helpless victim.
O painful life when will you decide to leave this weakened body to let my soul rest in peace. O grieving heart when will you finally cease to beat and stop the stream that is flowing through my veins.
So many tears have been flowering in my grave. So many flowers have been withering on it. Alone in this jail, I hear the wind caressing my gravestone.
The daylight is drying up in the dusky mysterious veils. Eternal night,. overhelming darkness, the sky is lighted up by flashes. Bleeding clouds,. torn.
And only night give me salvation. From the sunlight of ruthless. And only moonlight reflections. Give me deliverance from the horrors of days. . At nightfall my mind becomes clear.
I stood, all surrounded with gloom, there was only black shadows around me. The moon rose over the horizon, and the stars reflected in my eyes. And listening I had a feeling, the earth is choking, the smell of burn.
[Lyrics: Henry L. Oldy "Living in a Lost Time"]. . .... . ,. . , ,. . ,. . ....
Arise thy king. O ruler of Rhine. Devastation lust for war. A perilous quest to conquer the West. I long for the days of the innocence. We've pushed them away.