Walk with me! There are worlds to see!
Listen to me now - You. Listen to me now - You.
Do my words mean more to hear when I am standing here?
On a stage like all your silly idols do!
Open up your eyes - all. Let your walls and grins fall.
Would you reach for something new,
If the crowds were reaching too?
Are you close enough to taste their tears at all?

Your hate is but a worn-out lover, sick and sear.
"Rape me again!" you beg in pain, dear friend
"But hey - just don't stop! The stillness makes me scared"

Listen to my plain words.
That's all you'll get from me: Words.
The rest is up to you; would you dare to let me through?
Are you brave enough to leave me in control?

... You're all afraid...

I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of you!
I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid anymore - I am a shipwrecked swept ashore.

Life won't wash away your sins.
Life can't wash away your guilt.
Life will only make your conscience... wilt!

Somewhere a child just died; yet another victim for man's endless strife.
World could be better than this! There are so many ways to live (leave) a life...
Would you claim you live yours...right? Right?! No!
Take a stand! World is in your hand!

I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of you!
I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of you!
We're just the same me and you.
The same me and you. (Walk with me!)

... I see myself in you...

An eye for an eye.
A tear for a tear.
A lie for a lie.
The weak dress in hatred to hide their fear.

We cling to symbols for our mind - hour by hour we're losing us.
Defenseless for the weak to bind - second by second abusing us!
A wound for a wound.
By silence we breed.
Learn the hate that keeps us blind, from the hands that hit and feed!
Children teach each other pain - hour by hour they're learning it.
Dreamers in the wheel of reign - second by second we're turning it around:

Closing the books of the prophets.
Closing our eyes for the visions that die
And then we weep...
"Why do I still need to cry, when I'm so happy now?"
Saviors come forth in times of need.
Prophets seek me - for you will bleed!

Cry little lonely world cry!
I won't close my eyes.
I'll be your tears when you're dry, pouring to the ground

Scar by scar
We're all becoming seeking prophets now.

I won't bear the cross one step further!
I won't bear your hate any longer!
Free I will rise!
(Come to me now - feel the revival. Follow me now - join the revival)

See me
Believe in me
Hear me - I'll speak to you.
You are the prophets come forth and I'll bleed for you!

I'll bleed for you...

Cold winter winds blow away autumn leaves now.
Misty world fades away before my blinded eyes - Why?
Now when I stand at the end of the line,
I cling to life when I should decline.
I always thought I would welcome this day,
But now when it's here - could there be a heaven behind that gate?
Love or hate?

Wait! ... by my side. Count the seconds till I die.
Hold my hand.
Smile and tell me that you care, 'cause I'm scared now.
Now when I stand at the end of the line,
I cling to life when I should decline.
I always thought I would welcome this day, but now I can see:
... It is yet a bird of pray!

God, hear my voice!
I turn to thee - you've got to tell me: what will become of me?

Why shall I die?
Oh God! Hear my voice! Tell me there are no questions.
Please give me a few more hours of this flair life...
It's mine!
As I am leaving, alone and afraid,
I'm thinking of all the mistakes I've made.
I wish of my heart I could change only one!
I'd want to say "sorry" just one more time before I am gone! (gone)

When I was a little child, I once found a bird lying on the ground.
It would not ever fly again.
I held the bird up in my hands, I shed my tears over the lovely song that not longer could be heard.

Never learn to fly.

With dirty hands I dug a hole and gently laid the bird to rest in soil:
A wound in the tear stained mud.
My tears wore rain as I revealed the secrets of a tree.
A cross of bark to speak through wooden grains:

"Never learn to fly"

I sang a song which I remembered my grandma used to sing
For me, when I was sick and laid in bed.
Then I cursed that day for showing me my own mortality
For then I knew that all that lives turns cold. Cold and dead.
And now time has passed by beneath my wings.

That was then I'm older now, but still I can't forget that rainy day.
I raged against the ending times,
Though some day soon my son will maybe find the tree I cleansed of skin.
No chain-sling will ever climb its rotten limbs.
And when the time has come for me to die, I want to lie beside that bird.

Never learn to fly.

When I was a little child, I once found myself dying on the ground
And now I'll never... fly...

(Sorrow turned into hate. Anger became a thread, to climb with faith.
Tasting the life she shed)
"Time will heal" they told him - just if they knew his pain.
"Time kills!" he whispered.
Not a word: they watched him leave again.
Grief need not her grave - nothing left to save.
She went up with the sunrise that day, planned her future as every day.
Spent her last minutes in tomorrows she would never experience.

Live your life each day, meet the tides my friend.
We're all nomads forever on our way: a journey to the end!
(She walked there every day
Without even knowing it was the place to which she was going)
If you knew the number of the steps you would ever take,
Bitter I wonder: would you run or cease to walk?
For her sake he lived - nothing more to give.
Looking back now, he could have saved her
But there's no one left to save him.
'Cause we're all walking in tomorrows we may never experience.

Live your life each day, meet the tides my friend.
We're all nomads forever on our way: a journey to the end!

So now he has knowledge but what has he won?
All pages are empty - he's already gone.
He lost what he lived for and losses won't mend:
Alive just to enter a journey beyond the end.

Through a dusty window I watch the clouds draw near.
A lovely vision of my doom. he sunlight's fading -
Reflections start to dim through the dusty window in this room.

I'm walking through my memories as I'm staring through the glass.
I have to claim I'm innocent
Though I can't remember what I've done these past few nights.
I can't be the one that Father Kane believes I am.

I see myself now, in the dusty glass.
All wired up in this chair.
My face is foreign and my weary eyes are black.
I see myself through that stare.

Eternal alleys that lead to walls hidden behind unlocked doors
I claim the handle, I need to see;
Even though I'll surely be afraid of what I may find...

... Beyond the mirror! (Inside the circle)

I walk through mazes of cold corridors
Searching for the core of my mind.
My heartbeats reach out to find another pulse that once was bound and confined.

The two differing heartbeats, becoming one are causing the coalescence of my soul.
A quiet outcry - a silent scream - is filling me as I am driven back
From shadows that dwell...

... Beyond the mirror! (Inside the circle)

My world is frozen as I'm staring through the glass
Gazing through the window at my memories
Not longer foreign though I somehow wish... they were.

The glowing fingers of a violent raging sky,
In search for evil find a path.
They rush through my veins,
They invite my pulse to die.
They end my life with frenzied wrath.

Amidst the shadows of whisper land
I feel that something's binding me to life,
Confined in nowhere by no one's hand,
I realize the pact is unfulfilled
I'm trapped on the edge...
Beyond the mirror (inside the circle)

Part I: Awakening

Daybreak:
A September sun emerges through clouds, chasing across the sky.
Thoughts are evoked behind detached eyes but people are just passing by:
With smiles for protection.
Unable to see
Behind the creature that he seems to be.
Once he was a child with burning desires
With hopes and dreams of what was to come.
So he's lost some faith but still there are fires
Deep inside that he must drench to numb.

If we could try to share some of his wounds just for a while.
But we're all just people passing by!

Midday:
He's searching through crowds for one that is gone.
Rejecting the facts one more day.
Talking too loud to silence the glow. Coldness becoming his way.
Empathy can't reach through all that blame!
Smiles now forgotten, locked in their frames!
Now he's counting time in beggings and bottles
Fading away beneath old news.
So he lost a war: "will I be dead very long?"
He can still hear his voice through the coldness!

If we could try to ease some of his pain just for a while.
But we're all just people passing by!

Part II: Memorials
[Instrumental]

Part III: Nightfall

Once he was strong, and filled with visions.
With life ahead he set his aims.
Then things went wrong.
Now his ambitions have turned to smiles conserved in frames.
Still could be strong could be a prophet!
He would teach truth to every man!
He'd see the light through every shadow, but Entropia denies he can!

He's sitting numb while dusk is falling. Alone he whispers his "goodnight"
Turning away, when sleep is calling, from all the people passing by...

The timeweaver's abode is deep under ground
As interweaving history he us creates
He weaves in eternity not to be found.
The Elder's legend that braids our fates.
Hoary and hollow-eyed, older than the sun;
Abiding his destiny to reverberate time.
There's no one to remember how it began.
In rooms filled with candles he reverberates time.

Timeweaver, tell me my history that I've been searching so.
Timeweaver, reveal the mystery that I've been letting grow.

He once was given his mission by three:
The Holy, The Sacred, and The Ancient Dream.
He doesn't exist for those who don't believe.
He's nothing but stories for those who don't deem.

Hoary and hollow-eyed, older than the sun;
Abiding his destiny to reverberate time
There's no one to remember how it began
In rooms filled with candles he reverberates time.

Timeweaver, tell me my history that I've been searching so.
Timeweaver, reveal the mystery that I've been letting grow.

Spider's webs decorate dusty shelves lightened by old candles' glow
Ancient prescriptions from times that don't even exist in Memories.

Guarded by spells he reincarnates time
Gives birth once again to a century's child.

Hoary and hollow-eyed, older than the sun
Abiding his destiny to reverberate time
And now I can remember how it began
In rooms filled with candles I reverberate time.

Timeweaver told me a history I didn't want to know
Timeweaver revealed the mystery - two become one to grow!!!

Timeweaver... time... will... be... here... now... and...

Now!

"I'm here now, by your side"
Sheltered from the cold, a soldier guards a boy.
Clocks are cutting as times pass by their pain
(Bringing release through the book on his knees)
(Keep trying, keep trying, keep dying inside)

"Hush now little child, it's time to say goodnight.
Find rest in my lullaby this night
I'll still be here when the nightmists draw near"
(Blind figures controlling his life)
(Keep falling, keep falling, keep falling down now)

"Have faith my son - reach for my hand and I'll walk with you till the sun goes down.
Follow me now, we will meet again in your land.
(Have faith my son) Now I'll lead you home."

Opening stillness, reaching through illness. They walk in nightmist.
"Now, we meet again. I'm so close to you now. Again we laugh."

Where shallow waters reach for unknown mystic shores
They gaze at the horizon and smile

"Behold my son - reach for the vision that fills your mind, just let go and run.
Follow the path that was meant for you long ago.
(Behold my son) And cross the plains of dawn."

Wordless questions, tearful confessions.
They meet at last now, when it is time to go separate ways
(Fading pages) They have touched through ages.

"Remember me my son, it's time to say... goodbye.
I'll free you from your prison - now go!
You're free now, the wave meets the shore!"
(Keep running, keep running, keep running home kid)
(Winning a war made him lose evermore)

"Farewell my son - the tubes that were straining you to a death within life are gone.
Wait for us, I and your mother will cherish you my son.
I cry as I'm watching you run across plains of dawn."

... And so through that evening a soldier is leaving his son once again
And a war has been lost...
Forlorn he is reeling, unmendably kneeling.
But fate leaves no choice: now he must close the book!