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A MORTAL SUN

A pilgrim on an ancient path

A man on a sacred task

Where a journey has ended

To the final frontier of a man and his heart

from an ocean of time, to the mortal roots of the sun

Through wind and rain I walked

To reach this endless day I marched

Until I see, what I dreamed

Where a march has ended, where a legend was born

You can still feel his shadow

Across mountains, can you follow?

Through rivers born from tragedies

The price of a name, bathed in sorrow

That echoes in eternity…

Twelve stones, twelve altars, twelve words

One dream, one man and his heart alone

Thousands dead, rivers of blood

Thousands dreams through time and land

Search for the start, search for the seed

Justify the blood no future comes from sand

At last here I am, at the journey’s end

Where history and time bend to touch a man

To dream his dream

Hades itself screams the future now begins

In another age, in this very place

To enforce the sacred

Whose deeds harboured so much pain

On this blood soaked earth

Where greatness comes from loss

When deeds could become songs

Through tragedy and death, I walked among the dead

Glory and flesh all rotten….

But some bonds can never be broken

And some dreams can never be lessened

Until I see what I dream…