The minstrel of the dawn is here
To make you laugh and bend your ear
Up the steps you'll hear him climb
All full of thoughts, all full of rhymes
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
The minstrel of the dawn is he
Not too wise but oh so free
He'll talk of life out on the street
He'll play it sad and say it sweet
Look into his shining face
Of lonelines you'll always find a trace
Just like me and you
He's tryin' to get into things
More happy than blue
A minstrel of the changin' tide
He'll ask for nothing but his pride
Just sit him down upon that chair
Go fetch some wine and set it there
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
A minstrel of the dawn is near
Just like a step 'n fetchit here
He's like an old time troubador
Just wanting life and nothing more
Look into his shining eyes
And if you see a ghost don't be surprised
Like me and you
He's tryin' to get into things
More happy than blue
The minstrel boy will understand
He holds a promise in his hand
He talks of better days ahead
And by his words your fortune's read
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
The minstrel of the dawn is gone
I hope he'll call before too long
And if you meet him you must be
The victim of his minstrelsy
He'll sing for you a song
The minstrel of the dawn[Music/Lyrics by: P. Wagner]
An antarctic land, deadly unknown
where we explored a mountain range
and on the highest ridge we found remains of buildings
like no man's eye had ever seen
A city forgotten on top of the world
and entry we found in a stonewall
and walked a stairway built aeons ago
to streets and houses covered under ice and snow
Walls that had mosaics with pictures and reliefs
faces that no eyes'd ever seen, l like half flesh and half of steel
they had headphones stuck to their skulls
no muscles, just wires, a technical pulse
The creatures look weird, scary and strange
the art on the walls, it told us their tale
They came from a planet lightyears away from here
to bring knowledge, truth and culture to this undeveloped place
the fathers out of space
Before life crept out of water mother earth was occupied
but the climate changed the borders, now they are lost in the ice
Now they are lost in the ice, lost in the ice
They build up life from desert and stones
Our planet grew up helped by elder ones
Then the ice came and they had to move away
to the middle earth and then the stories on the pictures ended
when they had left the land
Before life crept out of water mother earth was occupied
but the climate changed the borders, now they are lost in the ice
Now they are lost in the ice, lost in the ice
All their buildings, streets and stonewalls sleep in this forgotten place
but what happened to the creatures when they were lost in the ice
Now they are lost in the ice, lost in the ice
What a strange and awful vision for us all
it made us shiver to the bone
what if now some of these creatures still survived
in the caves under the Pole?
Before life crept out of water...
And then we walked beneath the city, hours and hours
when suddenly we heard a strange and distant sound
all I remember is my flight from thi