| She is sitting in my living room | |
| The empty glasses are one the table | |
| Changing colours from the screen paint the walls | |
| While she is playing with a golden feather | |
| All the walls are fading away | |
| The view opens up to another world | |
| The purple horizon and the red sea | |
| The blue forest and the white shadows | |
| You follow the bright light | |
| Out of your virgin cradle | |
| Growing up with new wings | |
| And lifting up across the clouds | |
| Where all the golden eagles fly | |
| Where all the men lose their face | |
| Where all the golden eagles cry | |
| Where all the hunting men escape | |
| The dwarves and the white elves | |
| Sing together all their magic tales | |
| Of great kings and the dark towers | |
| Dragons and all the strange power | |
| The storm from the mountains | |
| Turns the pages of the book | |
| Tears apart the paper and steals some letters | |
| Writing your name... in front of my eyes | |
| Where the golden eagles love | |
| Where the men loose their roots | |
| Where the golden eagles die | |
| Where the last dark night falls in | |
| You are sitting in my living room | |
| Smiling and glancing through the bricks | |
| Do you still think of me? | |
| Do you still dream of the golden eagles? | |
| Where the golden eagles fly | |
| Where the golden eagles cry | |
| Where the golden eagles love | |
| Where the golden eagles die... | |
| The feather lies on the dirty floor | |
| Your smell has been blown away | |
| I find a blood note on the wall | |
| „Follow me to the place you know...“ |
| She is sitting in my living room | |
| The empty glasses are one the table | |
| Changing colours from the screen paint the walls | |
| While she is playing with a golden feather | |
| All the walls are fading away | |
| The view opens up to another world | |
| The purple horizon and the red sea | |
| The blue forest and the white shadows | |
| You follow the bright light | |
| Out of your virgin cradle | |
| Growing up with new wings | |
| And lifting up across the clouds | |
| Where all the golden eagles fly | |
| Where all the men lose their face | |
| Where all the golden eagles cry | |
| Where all the hunting men escape | |
| The dwarves and the white elves | |
| Sing together all their magic tales | |
| Of great kings and the dark towers | |
| Dragons and all the strange power | |
| The storm from the mountains | |
| Turns the pages of the book | |
| Tears apart the paper and steals some letters | |
| Writing your name... in front of my eyes | |
| Where the golden eagles love | |
| Where the men loose their roots | |
| Where the golden eagles die | |
| Where the last dark night falls in | |
| You are sitting in my living room | |
| Smiling and glancing through the bricks | |
| Do you still think of me? | |
| Do you still dream of the golden eagles? | |
| Where the golden eagles fly | |
| Where the golden eagles cry | |
| Where the golden eagles love | |
| Where the golden eagles die... | |
| The feather lies on the dirty floor | |
| Your smell has been blown away | |
| I find a blood note on the wall | |
| Follow me to the place you know..." |
| She is sitting in my living room | |
| The empty glasses are one the table | |
| Changing colours from the screen paint the walls | |
| While she is playing with a golden feather | |
| All the walls are fading away | |
| The view opens up to another world | |
| The purple horizon and the red sea | |
| The blue forest and the white shadows | |
| You follow the bright light | |
| Out of your virgin cradle | |
| Growing up with new wings | |
| And lifting up across the clouds | |
| Where all the golden eagles fly | |
| Where all the men lose their face | |
| Where all the golden eagles cry | |
| Where all the hunting men escape | |
| The dwarves and the white elves | |
| Sing together all their magic tales | |
| Of great kings and the dark towers | |
| Dragons and all the strange power | |
| The storm from the mountains | |
| Turns the pages of the book | |
| Tears apart the paper and steals some letters | |
| Writing your name... in front of my eyes | |
| Where the golden eagles love | |
| Where the men loose their roots | |
| Where the golden eagles die | |
| Where the last dark night falls in | |
| You are sitting in my living room | |
| Smiling and glancing through the bricks | |
| Do you still think of me? | |
| Do you still dream of the golden eagles? | |
| Where the golden eagles fly | |
| Where the golden eagles cry | |
| Where the golden eagles love | |
| Where the golden eagles die... | |
| The feather lies on the dirty floor | |
| Your smell has been blown away | |
| I find a blood note on the wall | |
| Follow me to the place you know..." |