Music by Vidar and Herr Doktor, lyrics by Vidar

The Mother of all knowledge, the book of my
disguise, Whence doeth come the storm that I can't
see? A dusk-flame reborn whom whirlwinds obey Just
thousand more years elements decay And whither
then it pass' crestfallen poetry?

Of earth and oceans, sky and lightning, we are
born All four quite distant, still the mixis of
the apeyron, Self-battled odyssey, the spiral to
the core Of the thought that no human ever thought
before...

The maze with thousand spotlights, heroic is the
one To walk is straight as the mountain path
alone, Pass the shapes, lost in circles run
Searching not for the moon nor sun, They seek the
words to describe, the wisdom's sacred spawn.

Of earth and oceans, sky and lightning, we are
born All four quite distant, still the mixis of
the apeyron, Self-battled odyssey, the spiral to
the core Of the thought that no human ever thought
before...

Ever thought before, Spiral to the core, Settling
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Pozrime si do oèi. Sme Hyperborejci - vieme az
prilis dobre, ako zijeme bokom. "Ani po susi,
ani po vode nenajdes cesty k Hyperborejcom":
to vedel onas uz Pindaros. Mimo sever, mimo ¾ad,
mimo smr￾ - nas zivot, nase s￾astie... Objavili
sme s￾astie, pozname cestu, nasli sme vychodisko
zcelych tisicroèi labyrintu. Kto inak ho nasiel?
Moderny èlovek snad? - "Neviem odkia¾ kam,
som vsetkym, èo nevie, odkia¾ kam" - vzdycha
moderny èlovek... Touto modernos￾ou sme stonali,
zhnitym mierom, zbabelym kompromisom, vsetkou
cnostnou neèistotou moderneho Ano a Nie. Tato
tolerancia alargeur srdca, ktora vsetko
"odpus￾a", pretoze vsetko
"chape", to pre nas scirocco. Radsej
v¾ade zi￾, nez medzi modernymi cnos￾ami a inymi
juznymi vetrami! Formula nasho s￾astia: jasne Ano,
Nie, priama linia, cie¾...

We chase the raindrops by the chalices of wine,
Cockroaches in the dirt is what we call goodwill
divine, Confused and mislead, the pathfinders of
destiny, On the ladders to the higher
principles...