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.
 Flatlands 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