I don’t see the phoenix rising
I don’t see the flaming look of the sun
Nothing in the East, nothing in the West, just nothing
Flat lands directionless, smooth surfaces directionless
Where shadows recede only to come back

I don’t see the chariot of the clouds
Wandering through the sky
No wind rises to rescue us from here
The heroes give way to silicon and graphene
The warships going away in the global grey sea
And we too, are going on routes already drawn
Where real things dissolve like image sequences
In the mists of time, in the mists of time
In the mists of time, in the mists of time

I don’t see the phoenix rising, I don’t see the sun
Nothing in the East, nothing in the West, just nothing
We have reached immortality
And now we cling to dreams to leave
To leave forever, this reality
In the mists of time 

We have crossed the lines of the setting sun
To reach immortality, to find eternity
And now we cling to dreams to leave
To leave forever, this reality

We have crossed the lines of the setting sun
To reach immortality, to find eternity
Forgetting the beauty of streams flowing from the rocks
They run and run and gleam then dissolve into sea
Forgetting the cycle of seasons, forgetting the beauty of roses
That bloom in an instant and in an instant wither
In the mists of time, in the mists of time
In the mists of time, in the mists of time 

I  don’t see the phoenix rising
I don’t see the flaming look of the sun
Nothing in the East, nothing in the west, just nothing
We have reached immortality
And now we cling to dreams to leave
To leave forever, this reality