The Lost Breed

I stand here and watching the mistcovered landscapes
Lonely forever more
The sun is arising on the bloodred horizon
My anguished cry echoes inside

A dying breed, my endless fate
Predicted by Gods of time
Now I'm left, all alone, to sow the seeds of death

Caressed by a cold wind
And shown a thousand visions of times now passed
I hear from the Dark Cloud
A mass of whispering voices and they're telling me...
Their voices surround my opened heart
It's so romantic but I can't reach...

Mourning, with sad eyes I look to the sky
The gates are open
Mourning, a beautiful dirge fills my soul
I'm forever forlorn

A dying time, my only hope, to endure the emptiness
What's left of my ancestors cries
Are buried behind times to come