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In 1908 the world was torn apart in the darkest corner of the earth

As bright as the sun, a flash blinded the eyes of those who knows the truth

We can't consult them with our thirst for insight, for they are long gone

Wiped away like nothing on this strange and undiscovered day of pain

Did they arrive or did they send a message?

A black hole maybe? Or thousand other guesses...

Is anything we know just shades of disillusion?

And will we ever find a comforting enough solution?

Aren't you scared of what you may find?

If something's there, it sure knows how to hide

Or is this just a source of wild imagination?

Forever wrapped in darkness and mystification...

The vegetation in that place has never been the same since then

Nature cannot win the struggle against the force that was at hand

Rotting trees and disfigured creatures is all that you can find there now

This riddle will remain unsolved forever, to the myth we will bow down

Epilogue:

"Wait, listen, can you hear it, too?

I swear on my soul, I saw something move!

This place makes my blood go insane

If I don't leave here now, in Tunguska forever I will remain..."