Years of Prophecy

Years of prophecy Dreams or trueful stories. Might of ancestry behind Is it fabulous tale, maybe just a 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 the edge Way is long, can't see its end We can't find the 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 have 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 the edge Way is long, can't see its end We can't find the night sky down, can't touch the stars. Memories of a nation. There are songs of what we don't know There were days of great glory, Were days of defeat Heroes and mongrels. There are songs of what we don't know There were days of great glory, …Were days of defeat Where have you gone, magicians? Where have you gone? Who instructed us of living? Who give us all? Where have you gone, magicians? Where have you gone? Where have you gone, magicians? Where have you gone? Where have you gone?