The blood of the mountains
Falling down from the sky
The age of this grey rock
Is so old, as the life that's passed by
The sound of distant strings
Confused, crawling from the unknown
I've watched from behind, as the stones turned by
Like a giant tide with a punishment mission
Mockery into their games
From the sky life was given
Was given to us
Hidden gods who didn't
Who didn't have enough
Mockery into their games
Nonexistence - origin of understanding
At the end of the tracks
With fear look upon the key
Beyond this gate is there
Enough knowledge, or just a wind of illusion?
Falling down from the sky
The age of this grey rock
Is so old, as the life that's passed by
The sound of distant strings
Confused, crawling from the unknown
I've watched from behind, as the stones turned by
Like a giant tide with a punishment mission
Mockery into their games
From the sky life was given
Was given to us
Hidden gods who didn't
Who didn't have enough
Mockery into their games
Nonexistence - origin of understanding
At the end of the tracks
With fear look upon the key
Beyond this gate is there
Enough knowledge, or just a wind of illusion?