(Ãëóáèíû ïðîøëîãî)
The end of the earth the glacial desert scorched with the thousands of hooves
Smell of burnt out fires in the air the endless ocean have claimed the horizon
To gaze into the mirror of waters yet finding no reflection
Ash turned into blackest silt, aspiring from the depths of the forgotten consciousness
Awakes the frozen memories
Buried in infinite waters once
Still left in the mist of the burnt eyes of the skull. the tar has turned to darker stone
And wails have turned into the coldest breath of northern wind
It would be swallowed by eternity and thrown away by the land
The still would get rusted, the wood would turn to rot
It would be abandoned by the ancestors and found again by the descendants