The Architect: The morning dew is almost here To quench my thirst for a new dawn I drink alone the night’s last tears But then I see a setting sun Who are you strangers looking down my soul?
Antecedents: We are your forefathers, exiles from beyond We came to complete what must be done We traveled far and crossed a thousand suns We are the ones who gave mankind its crown
The Architect: What does this mean? It can’t be happening to me, it’s not real Antecedents: Reality, one’s pitiful observation The truth for what you see before you is not bestowed in ancient lore
Storyteller: He will quickly go back a million years in time All the cosmic knowledge will be embedded into his mind As history seems clear, mankind’s vast decline Love and hate and all human feelings, now a song without a rhyme Fragile is the human heart, impulsive when resigned So they plant the seeds of hate with his wrath to intertwine
The Architect: So you want me to pass judgment upon the human race, To execute, chase and pursuit, in military pace?
Antecedents: We are your forefathers, exiles from beyond We came to complete what must be done We traveled far and crossed a thousand suns We are the ones who gave mankind its crown
Storyteller: The Morning dew is almost here It’s the beginning of a new dawn Few are the swords, gone are the seers No one can stop their chosen one
“As we return home, back to where we’ve left Nothing changed but mankind’s coming fate”