Texty: Eternal Tears Of Sorrow. A Virgin And A Whore. Aeon.

Let the fire burn
And the ashes drown your past
Let the rain fall down
And wash the ruins of your life

When the wind is blowing
It dries the sands of decades
A new growth is born
And it's ready for a new flame

At the moment of silence
I feel like I am the one
Who was chosen to stay
And find out where this all begun?

Fire is burning me
Desire to set us free

The choirs of glory
Have now turned to silence
The sound of the aeon
Arias of the oldest ones

Once so beautiful a flower
Has now lost its blaze
Young fallen child
Now is sleeping so pale

At the moment of silence
I feel like I am the one
Who was chosen to stay
And find out where this all begun?

Fire is burning me
Desire to set me free

The wild stream of time is surging
It's flowing free
It has a grip on me
A grip on you eternally

Dark dreams of the past are calling
With agonies
They are haunting me
Haunting you eternally, eternally

The wild stream of time is surging
It's flowing free
It has a grip on me
A grip on you eternally

Dark dreams of the past are calling
With agonies
They are haunting me
Haunting you eternally, eternally

The wild stream of time is surging
It's flowing free