The vast stillness of a lake Fed by no stream And out of which nothing flows The natives of the lake Veiled by the palest mist Were surprised by a people Very much unlike themselves Descendants of humanity Some caravan of travellers Discovering remote debris Increasing their supremacy What mother Gaia gave to life The gift we all need to survive But a story has two sides And so one must leave the stage There can only be one race In this distant land aeons blend There's no compromise One will have to die Ruthlessly chased deeper into The inaccessible realm of broken memories Collision of aeons and life The elder destined to die By the hands of delusions of superiority Remember the next millennium Seventeen temples cannot keep you safe