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



Valleys in oblivion ...