Merlin:
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"Let us go back to the 'Dark ages'..."
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A strange sensation comes over Ayreon, as if something mysterious is about to occur.
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Suddenly a vision emerges in Ayreon's ever-black world and he finds himself singing about the
horrid projections etched into his brain.
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Ayreon:
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A cry in the silence
A shine in the dark
Like a rising star
The dream is coming
Images of violence
A flight through time and space
It's such a lonely place
The dream has started
The smoke is rising
The vision's getting clearer
And words become a song
In the dreamtime
I've lost control
Marooned and cold
I suffer the fears of a future untold
I cannot change the shape of things to come
The smoke is rising
The vision's getting clearer
And words become a song
In the dreamtime
The smoke is rising
The vision's getting clearer
The hands of time are whirling around
I'm realising
The future's getting nearer
And words become a song
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Abruptly the vision ends and Ayreon recedes into his darkness.
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Ayreon:
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The smoke is rising
The vision's getting clearer
And words become a song...
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