Ils ont trouvé dans la clairière de leur histoire Les bois anciens du maître des lieux Qui les avait guidé des millénaires auparavant Par des chemins qu'ils ont maintenant oubliés Vers la source où se boit la vie Ils ont imité sa complainte Ont retrouvé sa voix dans leurs artifices Ce qu'ils ont composé est pur Comme le pas du cerf sur la mousse fraiche Notre temps est trop civilisé Nous ne les comprendrions pas Voici une de leurs histoires favorites Un mythe de leur monde Un enregistrement qui a traversé les époques Afin d'introduire leur création Trois sages attendaient sur une île au plus profond du ciel Leur dérive avait duré une éternité Pourtant, leur concentration restait totale Concentration sur ce qui est fondamental Leurs noms du jour étaient ainsi Incertains mais vrais Ils avaient assez réfléchi à la création pour ne plus y penser Cette création qui agit depuis l'origine de la matière Une vague qui porte vers l'avant et l'après. Plus besoin de certitude après cela La création au dessus de leur tête Seule une douce brise venait leur rappeler Leurs pieds bien ancrés dans un sol de briques Au fond, ce n'étaient que des spectateurs des auteurs Leur histoire importe peu Même s'ils sont les meilleurs dans leur domaine L'art sans limite des idées et des mondes aériens Ils aiment bien lorsqu'on parle d'eux Alors je leur ai fait une faveur Mais maintenant il me faut parler de ce qui importe vraiment La fin de tout cela, le rejeton de la création C'est toi, c'est eux, c'est nous Et tout ce qui lui dans le sombre ciel De la roche et de la poussière Les sages parlent une langue faite pas de mots mais de sens Ils ont décrit ce qu'ils ont tant observé Tu comprendrais bientôt Ce qu'ils ont voulu transmettre

An eternity from now Strange men on a hill Celestial sounds Coming from their heart I heard music like water They play to worship their old god Their world is ancient nature Their minds are free from the beast The vision was clear Like a river A deer in the skies Men with their feet in the grass They love because they create Primitive machinery Built into the trunk of a tree On the horizon There is no fear Are they humans Or only spirits Time does not enchain them They know us Will we ever know them The vision was clear Like a river A deer in the skies Men with their feet in the grass They love because they create Now that the dream is gone The picture remains before my eyes I cannot find a way back home Wise men, do not leave me alone Bring balance onto the earth The door won't shut anymore Illusions come in waves What do I want These men did they fool me Wise men, do not leave me alone Balance is lost Mist all around

Hey you lonely dreamer Contemplate life and its might Nothing is lost Everything is Let go of your vision And let me guide you to your own heart Leave it behind Now it's time to be Create don't expect In the old world All they think about Is the next war I want to be part of what is new Build it with you Build it with you History's a myth My blood is life Death is a myth Death is a myth Only a ghost My soul lies beyond My soul lies beyond My soul lies beyond If they forget There will be someone To remind them soon Progress dies in the cycle The cycle lives on The cycle lives on Creation, I'm nothing new Just some words from past lives If they forget There will be someone To remind them soon Progress dies in the cycle The cycle lives on The cycle lives on Creation, I'm nothing new Just some words from past lives

A tower in the distance Your eyes freeze in the mist All the ordinary illusions Disappear when you face it The wind is carrying old fears And some hate You left behind You were prepared for a confrontation But there was only yourself In the cave where dreams are made Will my eyes ever see What dreams are made of Crystals and golden water The darkest of rocks And the tears of the earth They must exist somewhere I'm blind but faithful This cave is filled with dreams Of those who lost their way Blind but faithful This cave is filled with dreams They want me to share their pain Their exile has lasted for centuries Deep where you thought it was too dark They are outside among the hills And will knock on the first door

Swift poet, ancient words The wind speaks softly About a forgotten tale They did what was wrong Some say And left without a word Morning brought news From the madman and the beast Swift poet, tell me Have they found my home yet Among the hills Down where the river flows Swift poet, tell me Have they found my home yet Among the hills Down where the river flows Swift poet, tell me Have they found my home yet Restore some peace Despite of destruction Listen to the one Who would not even hear himself Tame the other Change him through love They have a home here now There has been a shade on the land Since their voice has been heard They are weaker than my love But could break my body I'll welcome them inside With pure and clear water They're here at the door The madman and the beast Swift poet, you see Here they have a place to rest Among the hills Down where the river flows Swift poet, you see Here they have a place to rest Among the hills Down where the river flows Swift poet, tell me Have they found my home yet Restore some peace Despite of destruction