In the waking of the world
The spirit rose to claim itself
They were thrown into this life and falling down...
And falling down, they came to know
Driven out of garden´s grace
Condemned to walk forsaken lands
Caught a glimpse of all there is
Aware of all their rightful doing

We are the echoes, sounding on
We are the chosen ones
Forging our courses once
We´re raging with fortune´s ways of fate
Footprints of mortal lanes
Nothing but dust remains
But inside our shadows flashes burn
Blessing emergence, eternal recurrence of life

Build an empire for the throne
And kings they crown to rule themselves
Shallow resonate their words, their cries and prayers
"we are the ones to be once, and we live on"
Then the turn of drifting sand
Unbalancing the hourglass
Awoke the sound of cosmic waves returning…
Just listen:

We are the echoes, sounding on
We are the chosen ones
Forging our courses once
We´re raging with fortune´s ways of fate
Footprints of mortal lanes
Nothing but dust remains
But inside our shadows flashes burn
Blessing emergence, eternal recurrence of life