Destitute of concealment for ages Vestiges, which meant earlier life Again brought up on an unnatural way Every stone, every grave, every remain, Obtained with memories
Remaining from generation after generation The valleys, where distant ancestors Battled, triumphed and survived They eventually became vanished By the unpredictable forces of nature
Archaeology is the key For the present generation Scarcely or not suspecting What could be damaged by mankind It's just a matter of time The same could happen to us Presumed to be left alone Like the valleys in oblivion
Powers from the long ago Could be too strong Curiosity of manking is Always an imperfect danger Attended with inexperience and cupidity