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