Nostalgia

From the ashes he returns Through the seal of the dark He looks upon the enchanting moon His lips are dry And crave for human blood Through all centuries We see the horizon clearly Deep in our hearts Under the shelter of a tree It lives in the well of time The ancient dread of non-existence Close your eyes, it leads the way (To the) Treasure throne of memories This is the emptiness This is life Make a final sign (And) Leave the world behind