The Mother of all knowledge, the book of my disguise,
Whence doeth come the storm that I can't see?
A dusk-flame reborn whom whirlwinds obey
Just thousand more years elements decay
And whither then it pass' crestfallen poetry?
Of earth and oceans, sky and lightning, we are born
All four quite distant, still the mixis of the apeyron,
Self-battled odyssey, the spiral to the core
Of the thought that no human ever thought before...
The maze with thousand spotlights, heroic is the one
To walk is straight as the mountain path alone,
Pass the shapes, lost in circles run
Searching not for the moon nor sun,
They seek the words to describe, the wisdom's sacred spawn.
Of earth and oceans, sky and lightning, we are born
All four quite distant, still the mixis of the apeyron,
Self-battled odyssey, the spiral to the core
Of the thought that no human ever thought before...
Ever thought before,
Spiral to the core,
Settling the score,
Spiral to the core.
Pozrime si do oèi. Sme Hyperborejci - vieme az prilis dobre, ako zijeme bokom.
Ani after susi, years after water you won't find roads k To the Hyperboreans: Pindaros already knew that.
Beyond the north, beyond the ¾ads, beyond the direction - our life, our destiny...
We have discovered the destiny, we know the way, we have found the starting point of the entire thousand-year labyrinth.< br/>Who else found him?
A modern person perhaps? - I do not know odkia¾ came, as to all, èo doesn't know odkia¾ where - the sigh of modern man... We groaned with this modernity, rotten peace, cowardly compromise, all the virtuous uncertainty of modern Yes and No. nas scirocco.
She prefers to live among modern values u200bu200band other south winds!
The formula of our composition: clearly Yes, No, straight line, goal...
We chase the raindrops by the chalices of wine,
Cockroaches in the dirt is what we call goodwill divine,
Confused and mislead, the pathfinders of destiny,
On the ladders to the higher principles...