They lasted as long as a spark shines

but their shining was so bright

that it was caught forever

in the spectre of time.

What was a fact became a legend

what was reality became a faded canvas

in the mausoleum of civilizations.

Landscapes of untold antiquity

unchanged are calling

to an orgy of colours and shapes

in a drunkenness with pure fantasy

Their names cause awe and awake

forgotten senses

The eerie valley of PNATH

The majestic LEMURIA

SARNATH the doomed...

and names that echo

in the labyrinths and the cavernous

dephts of chaos

Mystic Places of Dawn

Maybe we, ourselves want to forget

helping the truth to grow old

and be deformed from the wrinkles

of uncertainty

Afraid where the path backwards will

lead us

we prefer to be protected

under the shelter of ignorance

He who stares back

through the glass of centuries

will also see his reflection.

The eerie valley of PNATH

The majestic LEMURIA

SARNATH the doomed...

And names that echo

In the labyrinths and the cavernous

dephts of chaos

Mystic Places of Dawn