Текст песни Atoll Nerat - Skepticism

Ancient ruins of buildings
Bones crunched underfoot
Abandoned tombstone
Covered with dried flowers
Place without words
City grin froze to death
Shadows of ancient warriors
Ruled his funeral feast between graves
Burn candles trying to comprehend the wisdom of books
... Ego devoured your freedom
Read, read ! Thought of the Great Old Ones !
Your skepticism will not let you fly
Look at the trees and grass
Their rest does not bother your destiny
And if you drink poison
It will be all your fault
Stone Cross
Will point in your destiny
Eternal rest bartered
In the eternal lamentation about yourself