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