Lyrics Years of Prophecy - Alkonost

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