A coming storm
And from the sea comes the storm
Now you wish never to be born
And as the storm blaze across the land
You realise your end is at hand
And with the storm comes a new age
A cleansing, a renewal after mankind's dirge
The dust at the horizon is gone
The dawning of a new sun
As the clouds disappear
On the soil drops a single tear
A flower so beautiful and bright
Grows from the tear towards the light
To enchant this wasteland
Hope in the desert sand
A place of indescribable purity
A place no human eye will see
Blind, this is what we became
Blind, we're the only one to blame
From the ashes we shall rise
After our world's demise
Out of the depths of desolation
Slowly grows a new creation
An essence, an innocent new born
In a world, dreary and torn
A part of the elements
Rising from the wastelands
And from the see shall come the storm
So you wish you'd never had been born
And the storm shall blaze across the land
You shall realise your end is at hand
With the storm shall come a new age
A cleansing a renewal after mankind's dirge
Autor: Erich Dietl (Autre Monde 2001)
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