"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...    You keep the secrets of my life  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  Ã• 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!