The dawn of a new day Shines through the cloudy sky Over the river of human dreams Hangs a blanket of mist. In cracks of rock Fiery anger seethes from the depth Scarlet mantle of fierce waves Swamps the Earth. The God's good face Changed by false prophets Becomes a bloody implement of war In madman's hands. On city streets People live in dread of death In grey masks over dumb faces Lack of faith in a new day. Will the day come when the planets and stars Will make a sign in the sky In hundreds of verses this hazy sense Is there more to it than meets the eye? The crowd staring at the black of the night Does time go to the end there? The fate hammers names on stony boards There is no way to see it's hand. Day after day Our time passes unobserved In the mirror of glass-cases The traces of the past years. At some future date Out of touch with reality Like white spirits floating across the sky We will go with time. Will the day come when the planets and stars Will make a sign in the sky In hundreds of verses this hazy sense Is there more to it than meets the eye? The crowd staring at the black of the night Does time go to the end there? The fate hammers names on stony boards There is no way to see it's hand.