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