mystic places of dawn

• 1994 yilinda cikan s.f. albumu. albume ismini veren sarki ayrica. harikadir.
  
  they lasted as long as a spark shines
  but their shining was so bright
  that it was caught forever
  in the spectre of time.
  what was a fact became a legend
  what was reality became a faded canvas
  in the mausoleum of civilizations.
  
  landscapes of untold antiquity
  unchanged are calling
  to an orgy of colours and shapes
  in a drunkenness with pure fantasy
  
  their names cause awe and awake
  forgotten senses
  
  the eerie valley of pnath
  the majestic lemuria
  sarnath the doomed...
  and names that echo
  in the labyrinths and the cavernous
  dephts of chaos
  mystic places of dawn
  
  maybe we, ourselves want to forget
  helping the truth to grow old
  and be deformed from the wrinkles
  of uncertainty
  afraid where the path backwards will
  lead us
  we prefer to be protected
  under the shelter of ignorance
  
  he who stares back
  through the glass of centuries
  will also see his reflection.
  
  the eerie valley of pnath
  the majestic lemuria
  sarnath the doomed...
  and names that echo
  in the labyrinths and the cavernous
  dephts of chaos
  mystic places of dawn