Lyrics:

The Mother of all knowledge, the book of my disguise
Whence doeth come the storm that I can't see?
A dusk-flame reborn whom whirlwinds obey
Just thousand more years elements decay
And whither then it pass' crestfallen poetry?

Of earth and oceans, sky and lightning, we are born
All four quite distant, still the mixis of the apeyron
Self-battled odyssey, the spiral to the core
Of the thought that no human ever thought before...

The maze with thousand spotlights, heroic is the one
To walk is straight as the mountain path alone
Pass the shapes, lost in circles run
Searching not for the moon nor sun
They seek the words to describe, the wisdom's sacred spawn

Of earth and oceans, sky and lightning, we are born
All four quite distant, still the mixis of the apeyron
Self-battled odyssey, the spiral to the core
Of the thought that no human ever thought before...

Ever thought before
Spiral to the core
Settling the score
Spiral to the core

Pozrime si do o í. Sme Hyperborejci - vieme a~ prília dobre, ako ~ijeme bokom
'Ani po súai, ani po vode nenájdea cesty k Hyperborejcom': to vedel onás u~ Pindaros
Mimo sever, mimo >ad, mimo smre - náa ~ivot, naae aeastie...
Objavili sme aeastie, poznáme cestu, naali sme východisko z celých tisícro í labyrintu
Kto inak ho naaiel?
Moderný lovek snád? - 'Neviem odkia> kam, som vaetkým, o nevie, odkia> kam'
Vzdychá moderný lovek... Touto modernoseou sme stonali, zhnitým mierom
Zbabelým kompromisom, vaetkou cnostnou ne istotou moderného Áno a Nie
Táto tolerancia alargeur srdca, ktorá vaetko 'odpúaea', preto~e vaetko 'chápe', to pre nás scirocco
Radaej v>ade ~ie, ne~ medzi modernými cnoseami a inými ju~nými vetrami
Formula náaho aeastia: jasné Áno, Nie, priama línia, cie>...

We chase the raindrops by the chalices of wine
Cockroaches in the dirt is what we call goodwill divine
Confused and mislead, the pathfinders of destiny
On the ladders to the higher principles...