To the sea from the ice, the sun coming down again an elderly abyss seizes the light, turning the day into night.
From the depths of life, to the shallows follow in the footsteps, of the mighty ones restoring order, pillaged way of life obscured by night, feared upon at first sight.
We all rise, once again, in darkness we reign we are the answer, we are your hope shallows of the ancestors.
Rising through the abyss, as a pioneer of curiosity an endless stream of shadows, night veiled existence.
The earthly journey, a symphony of lost men as sand of time displaces slowly in the hourglass of infinity sculptures of renaissance, as horizons decree the end of a mighty empire, as far as the eye can see.