Forgotten Suns piosenki

Life is a war versus peace as time goes by... endlessly... Through Doors of time Slow is the Dreamers' rising Fast is the Light approaching! 

All these problems… revolutions… Don't mean nothing When compared to this horizon Endless worries… Confusion… Don't mean nothing When you're out there on your own 

X: I am you... are me… is it this way? Angel Voice: (You are now rising, walking step by step… awake.) X: Can no longer see… is it real or fake? Angel Voice: (You will turn off your senses… won't need them today.) X: In this land of dreams I think I'l...

Oceans of light Cold and heat Endless ways. It's time to fight Time do meet Endless days. Open the gates Time has come Come to see yourself Open your mind Time moves on Present's here Come to the play Here you'll stay Come to the play Make y...

Part I: The Curse In the living room On a Sunday afternoon There’s a boy and his favorite music box Inside… A pretty ballerina Provoking fascination like a prick of the wasp… Suddenly he wakes up in the white No focus Deformed shadows… everywhere A...

In the living room On a sunday afternoon There's a boy and his favourite music box Inside... a pretty ballerina Provoking fascination like a prick of a wasp! Suddenly he wake up in white Suddenly he wake up in white, in white, in white... Suddenly...

(Instrumental) This story begins somewhere in time... somewhere in space... somewhere where something took place. One cannot even call it silence. It's more like total absence of sound. Suddenly... the biggest flash of light from a star that silently explodes...

(Instrumental) After the storm, some kind of peace... Life, as we know it, is now being born out of water. It is swimming in the we sea... walking on dry land... flying the free skies... 

Millions of billions of incandescent pieces of all possible shapes and sizes between titanic rocks and dust, are being thrown in all imaginable directions. Our planet, Earth, is a grain of that dust and that little grain, once hotter than hell (if it really is...

X's body is cold. Outside, a wind storm is blowing furiously. Soon the last flame will cease to exist. Humans call it… I'm burning up It's the last flame I feel no hurt And I feel no pain Just the strange sensation of a bad freedom… The half-young...

All my life I heard a tale Omens of Death in disguise Ancient legends speak of fate A secret I carry long time One like me haunts by night A clone of my face works by day Shivers running through my spine End its close as they say… “I saw it walking f...

X is in some place staring at a point in the dark. A Child is in a corner watching him patiently. For the first time in years X wonders about his life's goals and asks himself what went wrong (?). He's not guilty. Someone is. Who's guilty? X decides to w...

(Instrumental) Meet X. X is in his 40's. X dreamed of earning a living with his music. X has a nine-to-five job he doesn´t stand. X is unhappy in existing. X wants to change. "…slow is the dreamers rising; fast is the light… approaching!" X is about t...

(X) - Talking to himself inside his head. Time goes slow here, winds don't blow here You don't have to go now Birds don't fly here, birds don't fly here. They just stare in the air… 

X's freedom costs money, as almost everything in this world. One' s got to eat and sleep warmly under some roof. Months will pass. X will keep on moving and his body will… X (Thinking): What's the price of not to follow? What's the price of getting old...

Life is a dream, will I awake? A deep strange desire, brought me Were I’ve arrived Is it all a coincidence? Who can apart day from night? Some turn it left while others go right No such thing as just black or white Can’t you see there’s no reason for us...

Below the dark clouds A ray of light touches her hair She feels the world outside the window Through the mirror She face the wings of despair The start of engines roaring thunders The speed of heartbeat moving Forward (over) The runway… Has take of...

At this stage, the past is gone and present time is here. People have no time to "waste", always stressing through their days by the hour, by the minute, by the second. They have no time to live. They live in search of time. Keep drowning in their routine foun...

(X): Light, air, thunder... Hope, dream, wonder… Left, right, middle… Quest, quit, riddle… Clear, dark, seeing… In, out, breathing… Feel no fear… Now you're here. I wish… there was a home. I walk… I'm walking on my own. A bliss… I'm not alone. Ge...

Now X feels different: it's like there's a conscience that, once asleep, now has woken along with himself, inviting freedom inside. He's not getting off bed early in the morning. He's not rushing to get to the office on time. Time is no longer of the essenc...