Memories of ancient knowledge
Ancient empires, visions of new ages
The past, the present, the future
We all wander through time
Our ancestors, our descendants

We are all the same in the beginning
We are all the same at the end

And, alas, we have battled and killed our kind
Yet are the true wars fought with the flesh?

Old rituals surviving in the new
New rituals pretending to be old

History is an eternal knot
Never started and never ended
Essence of this world
In our nature, in us all