I was standing in the dark hall In the castle my legacy just received A deep breath filled my lungs With dust of ancient times and deeds On the walls my ancestors starred Down on me with paralysing eyes Their silent lips spelled out the words Transformed the silence into a quest
The spirits of my past called out their battle cry The oldest of ‘em all made a secret sign to me Which I understood at once I could see his jaws moving under his powdered wig And I heard his cracked voice “Your final mission, son: create a new heart bring the energy we need to survive”
I know I have to carry on The legacy of my family I feel their presence strongly They continue to live in me Their stern looks demanding me To fulfil my quest with no delay A child born with our blood The silent paintings speaks once more
Once again I heard their cries I knew I had to relive the scene once more The oldest of ‘em all made a secret sign to me …