Walk down paths beneath the mountains
Listen to the wind blow through outstretched forests,
Carrying ade old stories told by ancient voices
As they rise above, Reaching their arms to the sky

Like the spines of serpents
Among the ivory of darkness creature

Frozen now, in blankest at our feet
Doomed to eternal suffering.
The ground, disturbed by the human
Carrying ade old stories told by ancient voices
As they rise above, Reaching their arms to the sky
Like the spines of serpents
Wrought from the netherworld

Long lost stories fly on ancient wings
Forgotten forever
By the eyes and tongues of humans
Lost beneath the sands of time