Time marches on  why have you left me to die  when my soul will stay?  If this is the end, how come  my soul meets you once again...  my love will remain    We shall meet again on the other side  take my hand and we will fly away    In the ancient times of the spiritual  visions, forbidden thoughts awaits  the sign, the sign of freedom, the sign  of wisdom, the power to leave this world  I saw a man guard his land with a  spear of thousand tears, the messanger  of love, the gatekeeper of lust    Time marches on  why have you left me to die  when my soul will stay?  If this is the end, how come  my soul meets you once again...  my love will remain