Time Wave - Culture Kultur

Traces of a million lives

Are written on the Earth

Remnants of a vision

Streaming into my mind

Now I feel the cold steel

The whip and the stone

Then I see shining towers

Arising from the clouds

I close my eyes

And all is gone

Riding alone

The Wave of Time

The speed of light

Is not enough

My mind is riding

The Wave of Time

Pieces of the memory

Are carried through the time

Endlessly recalling in

Form of flesh and bone

Now I smell the vessels

Drying in the Sun

Then I watch the iron birds

Smashing into the ground

I close my eyes

And all is gone

Riding alone

The Wave of Time

The speed of light

Is not enough

My mind is riding

The Wave of Time