...By Untrodden Paths

"the time has been, when yet the muse was young,

When homer swept the lyre, and maro sung,

An epic scarce ten centuries could claim,

While awe-struck nations hailed the magic name:

The work of each immortal bard appears

The single wonder of a thousand years

Empires have mouldered from the face of earth,

Tongues have expired with those who gave them birth,

Without the glory such a strain can give,

As even in ruin bids the language live".

[george gordon, lord byron]

You keep the secrets of the night

In the deep blue of the sky

I want to cry

No more rain - i die...

We were the prophets of mankind

We were the poets of the light

Now darkness shines

Blind your eyes and...

You keep the secrets of my life

In the deep blue of your eyes

Everything dies

I just want to cry...

We shared the knowledge with the sun

But our message now is gone

Time runs too fast

Everything is lost...

Dalle ceneri

Dalle ceneri di questo

Insipido mare

Nel non ricordo

Delle eroiche

Gesta antiche,

Torneremo

Ad essere grandi

Dove nessuno

Õ mai stato,

A risplendere,

Dove la luce

Finora

Aveva soltanto

Albeggiato.

Come la luce

Finora

Aveva soltanto

Distrutto.

And here we go...

...we're prophets reborn!