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My name is no-one and a thousand, but the old sages crowned me Queen Mother |
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I am the breath you can hear among the leaves of the trees |
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My sap emerges from the deep lakes flowing into the rivers and into the immense oceans |
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My blood, hot and violent, cleaves the grounding a blazing trail left by a fire dragon |
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Dark and deep is my womb where I generate any form of life |
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Here, the ancient learned to receive the old supreme art |
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I have created sprites and guardians, fools and sages to defend my original power |
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Hidden in a language written on stone shapes and symbols |
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Many where the children who worshipped my thousand faces with honour and respect |
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And I, good and terrible, fed them at my sacred springs with water and dragon's flash |
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Now I'm dying and so are all my faithful servants that men called Gods of Pagos |
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Now, the power of the only god hangs over me |
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And worse my fate will be if they forget about me |
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And with me the most ancient legend carried on by purest emotions will end |
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Follow the ancient path and don't turn to the false light |
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Raise your arms to heaven and you'll be protected |
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Let the spirit walk with your body and draw the cross in the circle |
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Abandon the sufferings that belong to your false nature |
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Love me and I will love you |
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Hate me and I will devour you |
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Descent into my crypts where the darkness of life reigns |
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And nourish the eternal sacred flame |
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Defend your brother tree and your sister stone because their lives are mine |
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Follow the snakes' trail |
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Because it will lead to me |
