Prologue
Pagan myths from the deep, eternal forests.
A true malancholic atmosphere,
Haunts this hidden world.
Where men, for hundreds of years,
Have immortalized their cult.
Moments of...
Down in the forest.
Or, wherever we may care to trend,
We are Gods.
Do not follow us as always, present icons.
Of your very own consciousness.
...Monarchs... Queens...
This we do know where our lands are laid down.
With strenght of faith, (for honour),
We shall reign forever in lojalty,
For we are Gods, do not obey us...
Epilogue
One with this world,
This is where I long to be.