I, Atlas Songtext
von Atlantis Chronicles

Terrified and torn between
The bloom of creation
And the kiss of the reaper

Pulverized by the cataract
The perfume of his life
Rained like white dust

(A sinister chorus), a sinister chorus,
A typhonic symphony drummed up by thunder and black hail
Sung for our funeral

Your ending is your beginning
Jump off the cliff with both your hands free
Jump off the cliff with both your hands free
Let go of the iron scepter
From the lord of time and revenge
You won′t be able to fly

Pulverized by the cataract
The perfume of his life
Rained like white dust


Terrified and torn between
The bloom of creation and
The kiss of the reaper

(A sinister chorus), a sinister chorus,
A typhonic symphony drummed up by thunder and black hail
Sung for our funeral

Here he was standing, facing the very last bluff
Petrified, hanging on at world's end
His entire life contained in his final breath
Dismantled

We fade to black
Closing the chronicle
The curtain falls
Yet all becomes distinct
There is no revival
Without end
Eternity is a blazing phoenix


"Spared and safe from the Armageddon
Forged by a dialogue of words stronger than steel
Blowing on the ashes that concealed a message
A dusty epistle drafted by Atlas
Inwardly, outwardly
Gaïa had reached me deeply
A legend in the shape of an island
Will set us free