The cathedrals of the West Are just shelters for crows Their spires have fallen down And no more speak to the sky Let’s open our sails, leave the twilight behind, and head east (now satanic orders) Where the sun raises its torch with might To forge the hours and the days (call for war) Where time slows down and daylight lingers for age in the sky (now the time has come) Where time slows down, time slows down and wisdom can flow again (and sorrow can flow again) We forged the weapons that shell the seasons and silence dreams That rip the swarm of stars from children’s hands Weapons that erase a mother’s burning screams The long flight of herons on tailwinds and wandering clouds We have erased history Torn the sky apart And gods don’t take calls The gods have changed their number and don’t take calls So we drift away, trust the wind, and sail east We leave behind the crumbling walls of Babylon and Sodom The steady march of dying souls, and sail east The last children of a dying day Now that Prometheus has let go the flame Reaching for a glimmer on the horizon line We sail east, We sail to find the sun again No gold, no jade Only the scent of jasmine and roses No banners, no glory Just the willows bending in the wind We seek a hidden door, a passage, an open wound in time To press our sails through the oceans and tides Following stars and routes unknown to sailors, unknown to sailors So, we leave the sunset fading, and sail east Let’s open our sails, leave the twilight behind, and head east Where time slows down, time slows down and wisdom can flow again The last children of a dying day Now that Prometheus has let go the flame Reaching for a glimmer on the horizon line We sail east, We sail to find the sun again