L'epoque Noire (march The 7th 12973 A.d.) Lyrics - Classica - Novembre

(A breathing machinery), injecting liquid madness 

(into my veins) 

In a torturing pain 

Damaging my mechanics with synthetic, 

corroding rains 

In chambers of future science, my liquid crystal eyes 

Recall an old man, describing me something called dawn 

Acid substances from lab keep working on my brain 

To realize that the Earth forgot what the Sun was 

My son forgive me, forgive me now 

And take my sorrow to what once were skies 

The scent of sadness through falling rain 

I can't run from the graves, ghosts of our past