The Prophecy

Some gray-haired traveler
Comes from the depths of time
Says he is an explorer
Of the forgotten past
And challenges young scholars
To solve an ancient puzzle
Under the mountains
Lies a treasure entombed
Within a sacred hall
The elders hid their lore
The old man's gift
Were mystic scrolls
You, brave men of science
Must find the place
Beware — the air is bitter
And the forest frozen
Deep in Siberia

While the fear grows
Scorching our hearts
This hunt for Gnosis
(The Truth!) sharpens our minds
Drowning under a flow of ciphers
Lost in the ancient symbols' maze
We pull through like warriors
The light from our eyes shows us the way

Driven by manic passion
For the Old World's mysteries
They learn the sacral chants
Encircled by shadows
Forsaking all doubts
Sigils and drawings
Turn into a map
To a far-off secret cave
The quest is set
Anticipation burns
But eerie dreams haunt
Beware — the fate is bitter
For most who roam wild
In Siberia!

While the fear grows
Scorching our hearts
This hunt for Gnosis
(The Truth!) sharpens our minds
Drowning under a flow of ciphers
Lost in the ancient symbols' maze
We pull through like warriors
The light from our eyes shows us the way

You humans are locked inside self-made frames
Opposed to Gnosis, numb in your daydream
You can't be helped, can't be cured — you're cold
Not knowing your hearts are stopped
Moving like the blind, falling like the dead

While the fear grows
Scorching our hearts
This hunt for Gnosis
(The Truth!) sharpens our minds
The fear grows
Like a hungry fire
Like warriors we wrestle fear
Leaving ashes in our wake
Choking with meaningless ciphers
Feeling drowned in a senseless haze
We stray among the ignorant, the wrong
The light from our eyes casts the path

We must reach for the Truth
Tear down the maze
And grab hold of the Key
Of Knowledge