On the Turning Away - Redenção aos Iluminados

Talvez uma uma música não tenha representado tanto os símbolos do poder iluminado, não aquele que dirige e norteia, mas aquele que queima e destrói.

No ponto em que a luz vira escuridão e o orgulho se torna medo, aqueles que souberem domar seus sonhos vencerão os desafios dos pesadelos.

Que Deus dê visão aos Iluminados ao por do Sol. E que a liberdade vença o medo.

On the Turning Away, Pink Floyd

"On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
'Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away'

It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
Yet Another Movie
One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
A face outside the window pane
However did it come to this?

A man who ran, a child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed

The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still

He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
He's just the same as all the rest
He's not the worst, he's not the best

And still this ceaseless murmuring
The babbling that I brook
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look

A man in black on a snow white horse,
A pointless life has run its course,
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun"