seen it slighty odd
That the world we live in
Would to have its course

Rising to the top of existence

Our darken brains

Lust for a domination
Perceive mere illusion
And the reality disappears


Ancient myths
Of eternal civilizations

It is a worthless memory
Of venerable fortune tellers


An indivertible end
Not with a highter power
From our indifferent souls

Vegetating from day to day

There are a lot of unknown secrecies

Uncover of many
Remains only on us


The time will come
Majestic silence
Thunderstorm discontinues it only

Remind of a
Long ago civilization
A moss overgrown stone graves