It is the 6th century. This is where it all began. My tired body has pa**ed away, but my once-tortured spirit is finally free now. My name is ... Ayreon. I've crossed the edge where time disappears My life has been taken by the charm of the seer My conscience is clear, I committed no sin My spirit roams free now, carried by the wind My mission has failed, the spell has been cast I wasn't the first one, and I won't be the last This can't be the end, so let it begin My message will reach you, carried by the wind Out here on Mars I now realize Mankind has vanished, tears fill my eyes There must be a world I can live in My spirit will find it, carried by the wind My message will reach you, carried by the wind My spirit roams free now, carried by the wind