The ruins of old buildings The bones are crunching under the feet The abandoned headstones Are covered with dried up flowers The place without words The city is frozen with in the Death s grin The ancient warriors shadows Are feasting their funeral among the graves Burn your candles trying to learn the wisdom of books Your ego has devoured your freedom Keep reading! The thoughts of the Ancient Wizards! But your Skepticism will not let you fly away Look at the trees and herbs Their peace can not be disturbed by your fate And if you decide to drink the poison It will be only your fault The stone cross Will become a full stop in your destiny You will trade the eternal peace For the eternal cry for yourself