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Speciale editie

CD 1 - 'The dream sequencer'

Verhaal, artiesten & illustraties
The dream sequencer
My house on Mars
2084
One small step
The shooting company of
captain Frans B. Cocq
Dragon on the sea
Temple of the cat
Carried by the wind
And the druids turn to stone
The first man on earth
The dream sequencer reprise

CD 2 - 'Flight of the migrator'

Verhaal, artiesten & illustraties
Chaos
Dawn of a million souls
Journey on the waves of time
To the quasar
The taurus pulsar
Quasar 3C273
Into the black hole
The eye of the universe
Halo of darkness
The final door
Through the wormhole
Out of the white hole
M31
Planet Y
The search continues
To the solar system
Planet of blue
System alert
The new migrator
Metamorphosis
Sleeper awake

Kolonist:

"It is 2800 B.C. I quietly witness the astounding secret behind the creation of a mysterious monument in Wiltshire, England."

The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain
The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning

The druids gather round and the chants fill the air
Their echoes resound and the living world stops turning

The magic words are spoken
As we leave the plain in silence
Now the circle stands alone
And the druids turn to stone

The dawn shines its light on Salisbury plain
The day floods the night with gilded rays of sunshine

The magic words were spoken
As we left the plain in silence
Then the circle stood alone
And the druids turned to stone

The rising sun is dancing on the edges of the stones
Casting shadows, creeping down the avenue
Into the heart of the sarsen trilithons

I marvel at this mystery, beholder of the stars
A holy temple, a sacred burial ground
Guarding well its secrets from us all

The moon sheds no light on Salisbury plain
The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning

The magic words are spoken
As we leave the plain in silence
Now the circle stands alone
And the druids turn to stone