in the waking of the world the spirit rose to claim itself they were thrown into this life and falling down... and falling down, they came to know driven out of garden´s grace condemned to walk forsaken lands caught a glimpse of all there is aware of all their rightful doing
we are the echoes, sounding on we are the chosen ones forging our courses once we´re raging with fortune´s ways of fate footprints of mortal lanes nothing but dust remains but inside our shadows flashes burn blessing emergence, eternal recurrence of life
build an empire for the throne and kings they crown to rule themselves shallow resonate their words, their cries and prayers "we are the ones to be once, and we live on" then the turn of drifting sand unbalancing the hourglass awoke the sound of cosmic waves returning… just listen:
we are the echoes, sounding on we are the chosen ones forging our courses once we´re raging with fortune´s ways of fate footprints of mortal lanes nothing but dust remains but inside our shadows flashes burn blessing emergence, eternal recurrence of life