A flashing blade of ancient times my hands were clenched around its heel an evil wizard's spell would leed my life to bitter endless nights For as it
I was down, and i found no neet to live walked around with the moonlight guiding me met a man who was sitting by a tree went to himi and asked him: "Won
Farewell now my griefing thoughts For I once gave you flooding powers This flaming fires shall return To warm my days and light my hours I might once
" the virgins with their herbal sice, they kissed my fade to say goodnight, the holy mother bowed her head mumbling : "do not forget this could be life and not a dream
My soul's so dark - my mind is so black My life seems so cold under my Mask. My twisting thoughts they're piercing my mind. They crash all my fun - my
dante: isn't it a strange thing that all the roads - along i'm wandering are leading into nowhere's land a life of no memories a story hidden place a
In which the way is mind and mind is way. And off they went - both of them - The charm of luck fell in his hand - Or shall I say into his face...? Or
like thunder - to spit on me - it was the lark. And on these daybreaks of my life Kept closed my eyes for seconds more. When dreams freeflow the bending
eyes - for they belonged to him And if you listen well you can hear him sing through me. In dreams I hold you close my dreams are always near. May worlds
So see me enter those timeless walls The city of Paris - or was it Rome? I do not care - Oh! - I nevermind. Nowhere I run to - I can hide. So masked
As he slowly faded before my eyes, Left alone but with an aim to live Went the moon to follow as a guide to my release. [Beatrice] [instrumental] [Part II - The Dream
I welcome you - my spark - come light me! Start beating now - you heart of mine! Electrify my humble being Fall dreaming into this well of life. For
So hast thou heard the dazzling wonders And have you felt my life again? Felt my lies again? Hast seen my birth and watched my dying? Hast been amused
Wakeup now, and join all in - into this dance you came to see. Watch me now for I am born I'm born to fit this melody. And no one asks how I might feel
behalf of Love" I screamed - you died. and left the vail on shadow's ground. In coming minutes - years or lives I drank forbidden wine alot Looks - dreams
Now as I'm settled so old and outired And no one's here to tell about my live I'll sing this lonely tune again and again To bear the echos in my mind.
[CHRISTINE:] In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came . . . that voice which calls to me and speaks my name . . . And do I dream again? For now I find
[The old man's Komodia] I would never think of me as a hero A bringer of wisdom of hope and of peace I never could think of me in a vortex of hope of
