Time marches on why have you left me to die when my soul will stay? If this is the end, how come my soul meets you once again... my love will remain
We shall meet again on the other side take my hand and we will fly away
In the ancient times of the spiritual visions, forbidden thoughts awaits the sign, the sign of freedom, the sign of wisdom, the power to leave this world I saw a man guard his land with a spear of thousand tears, the messanger of love, the gatekeeper of lust
Time marches on why have you left me to die when my soul will stay? If this is the end, how come my soul meets you once again... my love will remain