Tekster: Eternal Tears Of Sorrow. Chaotic Beauty. Coronach.

Alone with the questions, an outcast for many years
He has seen those marble archways and the avenue of crimson tears
Now shadows are staring at him but he turns his face away
They remind him of his true self, gone with the first winter day

Yesterday's like a dream and tomorrow's like a mirage
When's the time to get eternal rest? When's the endless roaming over?

His frequent groans were only silent whispers in the whirlwind
He ended up in this timeless race just for his father's sins
On his father's grave he swore: "I'll accomplish your endless task"
But his wings were burnt by the sunlight and his mirth hiding behind the mask

Then he heard the stentorian noise beyond the mountains

The ancient coronach of flora and fauna
He remembered an old gnostic tale of the coruscating crystal of tranquillity

He had travelled through time, seen the runes of the light and the dark
He found the answer to his questions: "How to free his chained heart"
The eternal one can finally rest, he is one of the mortals now
The beauty of the crystal glowing and his eyes shining with it, somehow

Yesterday's like a dream and tomorrow's like a mirage
Now's the time to get eternal rest, now's the endless roaming over