The Lost Breed -

I stand here and watching the mistcovered landscapes

Lonely forever more

The sun is arising on the bloodred horizon

My anguished cry echoes inside

A dying breed.

my endless fate

Predicted by Gods of time

Now I’m left, all alone, to sow the seeds of death

Caressed by a cold wind

And shown a thousand visions of times now passed

I hear from the Dark Cloud

A mass of whispering voices and they’re telling me…

Their voices surround my opened heart

It’s so romantic but I can’t reach…

Mourning, with sad eyes I look to the sky

The gates are open

Mourning, a beautiful dirge fills my soul

I’m forever forlorn

A dying time, my only hope, to endure the emptiness

What’s left of my ancestors cries

Are buried behind times to come