Language of the Millennium Video (MV)

I walk these corridors of blank and empty color
Washed in static and adorned in radiation
Electricity paints our faces blind

Gladly I embrace my mother tongue
Step away from the screen
I reject the dialect
The language of the millennium

Losing the grip on my own free thought
Forethought in the afterthought
Remove my mind from this ether

Return to our history with the runic patterns
Reach a firm grasp on the untarnished beauty
That our ancestors brought to their graves

Gladly I embrace my mother tongue
Lose myself to the voices
Take me now
Draw me away from the language of the millennium
For I fear it has taken me