Shadows Of The Past

The monuments of the ancient glory enveloped by the wind The light dances among stone columns Hidden memories are silent As long lonely shadows Red mixes with white Cold light strokes stone wounds Sleep deeper than the abyss Sleep with no dreaming The sun will rise and the dawn will come Where the wind hides its secrets Written in the book that never existed Written in the language that no one knows They still walk the forests of stone columns The thousands of years old stones Coming from the deep shadow Disappearing behind fiery red mists... Silent impassive shadows Shadows of the past distant ages Caught into the invisible cobweb Made by the Atlantean witches No one knows where they come from No one knows where they wander off No one remembers when it started No one knows when it will end... The bridge of cobweb Swings on frozen columns The abyss holds out the arms To steal the dreams of the passing wanderers They say this way has no end It leads to the place of no return Where the hidden secrets of destiny Are protected by the monuments of the ancient glory Haughty monuments of the ancient glory Will tell you no more