Mystic Symphony - Orden Ogan

You know that there is no tomorrow

Every day the sun rises again

And with it only depressions

In the ruins that are left of our hearts

Have we ever lived a life?

Tired of giving — TIRED OF LIVING

Blood is on our hands — the liar stops his reign

A life under God is no longer my fate

I seek the knowledge of immortality

I’ll find my way to bleed in harmony

I wear my mask but won’t go on

ON MY WAY TO THE OTHER SIDE

OUT THERE IN THE BRIGHT MOONLIGHT

DIVING IN GRACE I SING

THE MYSTIC SYMPHONY

TO RECEIVE ETERNAL LIFE

IN THIS ETERNAL NIGHT

AND THE HARP OF THE ANGELS PLAYS

THE MYSTIC SYMPHONY

The cross as a sign of hope

Is fading away like our remembrances

Like the dead leaves gone with the wind

And the rain keeps falling

Washing away all life

Thus!

My travel has begun

Now darkness enshrouds everything

My dark end has begun

And I rush

Through all the times and the places I went by

No surrender but a fulfilling of lies

So I die in the blood of the angels

Under black clouds of sorrow I cry

A journey with no return

ON MY WAY TO THE OTHER SIDE

OUT THERE IN THE BRIGHT MOONLIGHT

DIVING IN GRACE I SING

THE MYSTIC SYMPHONY

TO RECEIVE ETERNAL LIFE

IN THIS ETERNAL NIGHT

AND THE HARP OF THE ANGELS PLAYS

THE MYSTIC SYMPHONY