Seen it slighty odd
That the world we live in
Would to have it's 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