The ancient books are filled with knowledge,
I feel it when just look at them.
The shrine of wisdom and the storage
Without a price but free for men.
They say a lot about an evil,
About a God, a [bad word] and faith.
The life looks like a little river
Controlled by prophecies the gave
Who stares?
Who reads?
Who cares?
Who leads
Us, when there is
No faith in heart,
No mind in head,
Now turn around:
It's almost dead!
We never hear a Viva Vox
Of Nature through Aeterna Nox

The ancient books are full of power,
But we can't find and bring it here.
The endless night is known to cover
The Earth and sunlight won't be seen.
But we still have a little time to
Change the direction that we fly.
The way to happiness now lies through
The kind or everything will die.
To learn,
To fear,
Or to burn
And disappear?
From world
Where there is
No faith in heart…