"The time has
been, when yet the muse
was young,
When Homer swept the
lyre, and Maro sung,
An epic scarce ten
centuries could claim,
While awe-struck nations
hailed the magic name:

The work of each
immortal bard appears
The single wonder of a
thousand years

Empires have mouldered from
the face of earth,
Tongues have expired
with those who gave
them birth,
Without the glory such a
strain can give,
As even in ruin bids the
language live".
George Gordon, Lord Byron

You keep the secrets of the night
In the deep blue of the sky
I want to cry
No more rain - I die...

We were the prophets of mankind
We were the poets of the light
Now darkness shines
Blind your eyes and...

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In the deep blue of your eyes
Everything dies
I just want to cry...

We shared the
knowledge with the
sun
But our message now is gone
Time runs too fast
Everything is lost...

DALLE CENERI

Dalle ceneri di questo
insipido mare
nel non ricordo
delle eroiche
gesta antiche,
Torneremo
ad essere grandi
dove nessuno
Õ mai stato,
a risplendere,
dove la luce
finora
aveva soltanto
albeggiato.
Come la luce
finora
aveva soltanto
distrutto.

And here we go...
...We're prophets reborn!