The Apocalypse - Eloy

Now we gotta find out

That summer’s evening’s gone

We lived a daydream

Embracing home

Now we gotta wake up

Do we really think the world to be a

Creative oversight

Do we really think of senseless power

Odd forces will reveal — expose

The true essence of things

The reason of all

That has come to existence

No more silent cries will be able

To divide all our lonely inner nights

Fragrances of truth will call for us

Will we ever find out, what means: To be

Will we spread it out, the day we see

While we’re exploring thousand mighty miles

In the lost, new-born

Only true kingdom

The counterfeit master of the world

Will call for his empire

He’s the demon of illusion, sorrow

Darkness, mourning, and appearance

Forests will explode and on red wings

Spirits will ascend into the sky

Cities will catch fire and they’ll carbonize

Silent, hot and dry

These corroding flames, they will seize

Surround us too

You is the victim — the dormant peace

We will burn

The air will be afraid of our mortal frame

Ethereal we are, the air we breathe

The storm that’s stirring up all fire

I see, our life and limb will still

Not come to harm at the moment

That’s the reason why we still think

Of everything to be alright

But our hidden souls already dwell

In seas of flames, red hot solution

How will we stand the fire tomorrow

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