Lyrics Years of Prophecy - Alkonost

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