In Armenia, along the border of Iran, a mountainside collapse
Now, newly exposed were a great ruins, a treasure horde of riches
Flensed flesh of a former Greek king, captured by the Persians
Stuffed and preserved in the ancient ways, to keep him eternal
A golden chariot, built before time counted, pristine condition
A room filled with riches, scrolls and more, perfectly preserved
Weapons and writings, books and machine like ancient objects
The world would never know because the gatekeepers refused
This new timeline would be hidden, the former one would be useless
The secret empire that holds power, prizes its lock upon the vault
The items unknown would change the former record of history
The scrolls left within, the knowledge of a different truth told
Words and ideas are the full reason, to revealing everything
Human recorded (written) history, gets approved by Academia
So the scrolls presented something, something new and secret
If the entire world knew, it would change our species' origins
But who is afraid of change anyway, ... except the powerful
Except the wealthy, and except those who might be exposed
It is needed, for the truth, for our future, for our children
Truth leads to growth, even when they might hurt
Falsehood might make one feel better, but in the long run
The path followed will miss the desired goal
By many hundreds of miles
