Mappe Of Ailynn
I've crossed ancestral plains
I've seen the pearly gates
Seeking the edge of the earth
Marking with stones in the dirt
Drawing a line in the sand
Carving the cracks in your hands
Ailynn
All these sacred temples crumbling down
I never knew this place to be so violent
So cruel to the comings of strangers
And all the creatures that comforted you in song
From the charred black mounts of the Omvak
To the plains of Thessalon
Ailynn
Visions of lost and holy lands
Emerging from machines
Another being or a spirit spoke
'You must go now to that forest
Find your brothers who marched before us
There is much left to discover
Of this temple's ancient wonders
We have seen such ghastly horrors
When will you come back to haunt us?
