Текст песни ABYSSPHERE - Последний из рода

My path led me to the very ends of the earth,
In a country of snow and the Northern Lights.
He was waiting for me, he is like a sleeping giant,
Encased in ice, like a character from fairy tales.
Sprang from sleep through the horizon ...
Break the shackles, only to soar,
To ever again see the stars.
Keeper of the ancient beauty and pristine power,
Back to basics, the last of the kind.
We spent many days talking and arguing
Under the face of stately mountains, hiding in their shadows:
He talked about the countries, absorbed the sea,
About the city, has long disappeared from the face of the earth.
The world has changed for thousands of years -
Its people have long gone, having chosen the road to the stars.
So it is no more space,
No magic place
And the weight of steel machines filled the air.