Danse Macabre Dust Of Centuries
"My life seems a constant quest for historical knowledge. I have travelled the
continents in search for remains of ancient / medieval civilisations. My eyes
finally witnessed the beauty I learned through historical works during my
childhood. As far as I am concerned, true happiness can be achieved while
dwelling through what is left of these empires buried by time and dust. The
ultimate voyage unfortunately I will never experience : a travel back in time.
Everyone is a child of his /her own time but still this does not prevent me from
dreaming..."
Like a forgotten paradise
As if refused by father time
My land can be found
Under a clouded grey sky
Walking the eternal landscapes
As painted by our Flemish masters
I hear the music
Created centuries ago
I listen to the northwind
Losing myself in childlike dreams
Watch the eternal rivers flow, they flow
Maybe they understand
My already lost quest
For no one can travel
Travel back in time
For no one can travel
Travel back in time
Like a forgotten paradise
A dream of perfect bliss
Dust of centuries
Yet I can touch the cities
Build by my forefathers
Yet I see the banners
Of long forgotten pride
And watch the eternal rivers flow
Like a forgotten paradise
As if refused by father time
My land can be found
Under a clouded grey sky
Walking the eternal landscapes
As painted by our masters
I hear the music
Created centuries ago
I want to see a bright blue sky
Or feel the rain of our darkest clouds
Want to smell flowers now long withered
Witness the people now long buried
Wish to dwell in places forever lost
Castles buried by time time and dust
Hold a bride so pale and pure
Hear the stories of friends
I never knew
Lost in time
Lost in time
Yet I can touch the cities
Build by my forefathers
Yet I see the banners
Of long forgotten pride
Walking the eternal Landscapes
As painted by our masters
I hear the music
Created centuries ago
Lost in time