Ages - Silent Cry

Path one crossed of pains and illusions

Morning of dark of dark dawn

In the night of tomorrow

The wind that blows outside

Blows 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 illusions

Morning of 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