Signs of a time, signs of a place wiped clean of stories and memories
Passive observers powerlessly standing by
Their closets as full of skeletons as the soil
History is written with the blood of the defeated
The fear of dying is a good reason for staying awake tonight
We're living in the golden age of archeology
As prehistoric sceneries can be explored anywhere between groznyi and baghdad
Let us wipe away the past and we'll change our future as well
Let us invent a new history that lacks another point of view