Sentimental tones sound along the Universum Flying per neverending void Contractile impulsion of dead souls Carries away beauteous melody of tommorow. No more are alive the ones who sent them There's no one to listen So they fly alone and clang and clang Grow strong and swell by their beauty. Maybe once they will reach where they should Maybe they will be heard by someone And will amaze with their harmony Their perfection of the Universum laces. I believe they will gain the ear That the Chosen Ones will get the mystique of tones And once, once they will catch them And send them further on their journey Through INFINITY. DAEMON: ...We spread our formulae, that He tought us, all around the Earth and there was no choice but to wait. All has its time, all has its Order. Ever we have known this. Only human forgot about it.