Standing on the Ground of Mammoths - In Vain

Burning skies descend as we’re closer to the end

The dust of centuries has passed over us

The road’s ahead are unknown

Burning skies of eternity

A new world will emerge

From the ground of mammoths

As the old ways regain their eminence

Hear the roar of the nucleus

A call of nature from the Earth’s inner core

Language of a universal tongue

To be spoken for an eon

Darkness will fall as the sun sets on us all

A new master commands our destiny