作词 : Gathering, Smits
Open the gates of the past 
With the key to our hearts 
Dream of the years gone by 
Centuries through mankind's eyes 
In the wasteland that grows inside 
Within me 
I shall find myself 
Slowly walking, pacing front 
See through these blind eyes 
Stepping on shadows, touching air 
Stones move as 
I stand still 
Seek the answers in the skies 
As we don't even know ourselves 
Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes 
In the wasteland that grows inside 
Within me 
I shall find myself 
For years of space technology 
Still we haven't learned 
Like children we explore 
Things we can't yet comprehend 
Open the doors of the past 
With the beating of a heart 
Dream as the years go by 
Carrying our own cross 
Seek the answers in the skies 
As we don't even know ourselves 
Silent, as the sun sets before our eyes