Years of prophecy
Dreams or trueful stories.
Might of ancestry behind
Is it fabulous tale, maybe just a myth?
What we must sing
About concern, about joy?
What we must praise in our hymns
Warriors' courage and valour, or firmness?
Field is wide, we can't see the edge
Way is long, can't see its end
We can't find the night sky down, can't touch the stars.
Gorgeous sunshine didn't prompt
Bright crescent didn't advise
And soothsayers were laid down
Our memory turned, now it's all false
Where have you gone, magicians
Who instructed us of living
Who can give us real knowledge
What is worth to hymning..
Field is wide, we can't see the edge
Way is long, can't see its end
We can't find the night sky down, can't touch the stars.
Memories of a nation.
There are songs of what we don't know
There were days of great glory, Were days of defeat
Heroes and mongrels.
There are songs of what we don't know
There were days of great glory,
…Were days of defeat
Where have you gone, magicians?
Where have you gone?
Who instructed us of living?
Who give us all?
Where have you gone, magicians?
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone, magicians?
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
