The Prophecy

My name is no-one and a thousand, but the old sages crowned me Queen Mother

I am the breath you can hear among the leaves of the trees

My sap emerges from the deep lakes flowing into the rivers and into the immense oceans

My blood, hot and violent, cleaves the grounding a blazing trail left by a fire dragon

Dark and deep is my womb where I generate any form of life

Here, the ancient learned to receive the old supreme art

I have created sprites and guardians, fools and sages to defend my original power

Hidden in a language written on stone shapes and symbols

Many where the children who worshipped my thousand faces with honour and respect

And I, good and terrible, fed them at my sacred springs with water and dragon's flash

Now I'm dying and so are all my faithful servants that men called Gods of Pagos

Now, the power of the only god hangs over me

And worse my fate will be if they forget about me

And with me the most ancient legend carried on by purest emotions will end

Follow the ancient path and don't turn to the false light

Raise your arms to heaven and you'll be protected

Let the spirit walk with your body and draw the cross in the circle

Abandon the sufferings that belong to your false nature

Love me and I will love you

Hate me and I will devour you

Descent into my crypts where the darkness of life reigns

And nourish the eternal sacred flame

Defend your brother tree and your sister stone because their lives are mine

Follow the snakes' trail

Because it will lead to me