Greater Art

There is a land, the land of greater art

But high mountains hide its heart

The gods play there, a soft sounds of harps

And in the air shine silver stars

There is a land, a land that mountains guard

A land for most mortals far

But if you pure in heart, the time will come for you

When you may follow an avatar through

But hear close the avatars words...

"Get your eagle wings, upon highest ground

Fill those wings with air and fly around

Seek the lands, ride the winds

Ride into its hearts, the realms within

On eagle wings, of highest ground

Carried to the place where art is found

A beauty great, inside its heart

Behold the lost land of greater art"

There is a land, the land of greater art

Where gods play on golden harps

Their music so great, a melodic and beautiful sound

And it reaches even highest ground

But into this land, where all are friends

Comes so greed of mortal men

And through a heart, a heart that evil hides

The dark now comes inside

No music sounds, no harps to play

The gods have left, now they're far away

Dark the land, broken silver stars

All the remains, are only memories of greater art

But still hear the avatars words: