Time Trip - Isgaard

Lost in the mists of time

Sleeping quietly

Waiting to be found

While the moon is changing

While the earth is spinning round

Tales of inside outside feelings

Prints and pictures

Etched into our minds

Filled with dirt and darkness

A misbelief is what we’ll find

It’s a time-trip into our past

Into the memories of life

A mind-trip to see what’s last

To break the chains of inner strife

Bent by ancestral burden

We try to wipe out

Pictures of the past

Memories of a stranger

Are we more than just a cast?