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It's not the way a man can see

But it is not a lie

Those faded fantasies of mine

I make out of my mind

The daydream starts on an ecstasy

Flying in a purple dream

The act when the ancients wrote

Their will

In the abbey of the god of hill

He was held on for life

But his silver eyes slept into reverence

The disease of the god can only be healed

By the flatter of the dawn birds

The landscape turns as a painting black

The hours are passing by

The tale has spoken the meaning of flight

The time after night

Chorus

These are the words that I heard from the sky

Hold on for life and open your eyes

Renaissance day is the day of the flight

Prepare yourself if you want to survive

The dawn birds came with the light of the sin

They're flattering as he lies

The reverence stops, the illness is healed

As he opens his silver eyes

At once the bright and light of life

Enter through the abbey gates

The story ends, the tale was right

There's nothing to remind us of the shades