Wake me to the great dream
Salvation on the edge of the knife
Life's womb and time's fool
whose burden has its roots in the sky
No more faith to bind me, tear and blind me
wake the absolute fear
No more names of glory
the cruelest story break the fall of the years
And to rise and go below
in the sign of the sun, on the wings of the soul
And to rise and go below
in the sigh of the soul
Yearning, ever burning
Beauty turns our flesh into stone
like an arrow shot through the heart of the light
weeping for the love and the strive
Dream beyond existance, the dark resistance
wake the absolute fear
In the face of history the fails of misery
break and fall into tears
And to rise and go below
in the sign of the sun, on the wings of the soul
And to rise and go below
in the sigh of the soul
Salvation on the edge of the knife
Life's womb and time's fool
whose burden has its roots in the sky
No more faith to bind me, tear and blind me
wake the absolute fear
No more names of glory
the cruelest story break the fall of the years
And to rise and go below
in the sign of the sun, on the wings of the soul
And to rise and go below
in the sigh of the soul
Yearning, ever burning
Beauty turns our flesh into stone
like an arrow shot through the heart of the light
weeping for the love and the strive
Dream beyond existance, the dark resistance
wake the absolute fear
In the face of history the fails of misery
break and fall into tears
And to rise and go below
in the sign of the sun, on the wings of the soul
And to rise and go below
in the sigh of the soul