Look at this field my son
Where the dead silence feeds on lost whispers
Songs of its praise were being sung by the mountains
People felt strong and powerful
All of them believed they were kings of the whole world
They started to take more
And crossed the borderlines
Called themselves gods above everything and everyone
Great temples of gold grew taller and glittered in the sun
Gods, too sure of themselves
Even when the altars and monuments started to collapse
Oh, how quickly they died
Oh, how quickly they turned into
The dust of the forgotten land
This is the song of the forgotten land