Too soon to sail the starry sky
And too late to sail out for new land
We walk the fields of mind
Sail across the sea of our blind faith

Another day
Into the deep
And in a way
These waters

Weep for those who dream
Of blazing trails
Across the line

Asleep the sacred stream
Bore tribal tales
Along the rhine

A tale of all our days
Will once be the rhyme
The stars up in the sky deliver
To the king of time

We stand upon the endless edge
Of eternity each on our own
The days that are to come
May as well be gone and so we sink

Another year
Into the deep
And in a way
These waters

Weep for those who dream
Of blazing trails
Across the line

Asleep the sacred stream
Bore tribal tales
Along the rhine

A tale of all our days
Will once be the rhyme
The stars up in the sky deliver
To the king of time

Weep for those who dream
Of blazing trails
Across the line

Asleep the sacred stream
Bore tribal tales
Along the rhine

A tale of all our days
Will once be the rhyme
The stars up in the sky deliver
To the king of time