Years of Prophecy

Years of prophecy
 Dreams or trueful stories
 Might of ancestry behind
 Is it fabulous tale, or maybe just myth
 What we must sing
 About concern, about joy
 What we must praise in our hymns
 Warriors' courage and valour, or firmness
 Field is wide, we can't see edge
 The way is long, can't see it's end
 We can't find night sky down, can't touch the stars
 Gorgeous sunshine didn't prompt
 Bright crescent didn't advise
 And soothsayers were laid down
 Our memory turned, now it's all false
 Where are you gone, magicians
 Who instructed us of living
 Who can give us real knowledge
 What is worth to hymning
 Field is wide, we can't see edge
 The way is long, can't see it's end
 We can't find night sky down, can't touch the stars
 Memory of a nation
 There are the songs of what we don't know
 There were the days of the great glory
 And were the days of the defeats
 Heroes and mongrels
 There are the songs of what we don't know
 There were the days of the great glory
 And were the days of defeats
 Where are you gone, magicians
 Where are you gone