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Just when we reached technologies

For an easier life

Someone said the time has come

Signs from a calendar

Written by the ancient masters

Signs of Bolon Yokte

Back in the times of temples and

High priests there was a breed living

With knowledge and wisdom

Never seen before

What they were told by their gods

Is remaining a mystery

Foreseeing all the pain on the Earth

Ages of flood, fire and ice

Are gone now, but what is next?

Do you believe in a change,

Descent of something new?

Or do you smell the apocalypse?

In the freezing winter solstice

All the nine underworlds

Will come to an end

A chapter of evolution

All the thirteen baktums

And the cycle is done

From the stars they read the omen

Sun sets behind and won't rise again

Carved in stone, every turning point of time

Would we want to even find these secrets left behind

"They respect the wrong god

And they live with fool's laws

I keep fighting till death for what I believe in"

We're bleeding for the pride of the weak

We're running to "heaven" in vain

Not denying that we are blinding

As above, so below

Now we're closing the end

Self-induced blood red grand finale

Will be done by the destructive war-machines

In the end there won't be forgiving

Even the last of creations will fall

From the stars they read the omen

Sun sets behind and won't rise again

Carved in stone, every turning point of time

Would we want to even find these secrets left behind

Prophecies of the ancient mind

Alien gods spoke the truth of mankid

Carved in stone, every turning point of time

Would we want to even find these secrets left behind