There is a land, a land of greater art But high mountains hide its heart The gods play there, a soft sound of harps And in the air shine silver stars
There is a land, a land that mountains guard A land for most mortals far But if you pure in heart, the time will come to you When you may follow an avatar through
But here close the avatars words…
«Get your eagle wings, upon highest ground Fill those wings with air and fly around Seek the lands, ride the winds Ride into its heart, the realms within On eagle wings, of highest ground Carried to the place where art is found A beauty great, inside its heart Beyond the lost land of greater art»
There is a land, the land of greater art Where gods play on golden harps Their music so great, a melodic and beautiful sound And it reaches even the highest ground
But into this land, where all are friends Comes so greed of mortal men And through a heart, a heart that evil hides The dark now comes inside
No music sounds, no harps to play The gods have left, now they’re far away Dark the land, broken silver stars All that remains, are only memories of greater art
You still hear the avatars words…
«Get your eagle wings, upon highest ground Fill those wings with air and fly around Seek the lands, ride the winds Ride into its heart, the realms within On eagle wings, of highest ground Carried to the place where art is found A beauty great, inside its heart Behold the lost land of greater art»