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
Years of Prophecy is a search-song. Its hero finds himself completely confused in this complex world where everything seems overly complicated and meaningless. In search of understanding he turns his gaze towards ancient times where people were living wisely, following the secret knowledges of magi, sorcerers who knew the nature of the universe. But were these times real or these stories about the magi are a myth themselves.
This song opens the first Alkonost album, Songs of Eternal Oak. It was the beginning of the path, both musically and philosophically. And that's why it's important to listen to this song, to make a step together with our hero into the reality of legends and parables, the place between the times and Between the Worlds. The reality of Alkonost.
