Beneath the skies of fading gold,
Where ancient winds in silence hold,
There lies a land, both vast and deep,
Where gods and shadows softly sleep.
The mountains rise like mighty kings,
Their peaks adorned with whispered wings.
In valleys carved by time's own hand,
The echoes of the ages stand.
The rivers run with silver light,
Reflecting stars that pierce the night,
And in their depths, forgotten lore,
Of heroes lost and battles' roar.
The stones remember every tale,
Of kingdoms lost, of hearts that fail,
Yet still they hum with life's sweet song,
A melody both fierce and long.
The forests speak in tongues unknown,
In languages of root and bone,
And every leaf, and every bough,
Knows secrets we have long lost now.
Oh, listen close, for in the wind,
The voices of the old gods spin,
They call us back to earth and sea,
To mysteries of what will be.
For time is but a fleeting flame,
And yet the earth remains the same.
The ancient heart of all things true,
Beats on in fire, in stone, in you.
