Ages

Path one crossed of pains and ilusions
Morning o f dark of dark dawn
In the night of tomorrow

The wind that blows outside
Blous inside me
Clouds are like a veil
In sublime magic

With the air that inspires
In flight of eagles
A thunder comes
Announcing the arrival of a new age
Should last until the fall of dawning

Path one crossed of pains and ilusions
Morning o f dark of dark dawn
In the night of tomorrow

In the distance of the vastness
I discovered a new being
A being from tomorrow
The being from tomorrow