- cifra
Relics captured in stratas
For millennia, have been sleeping
Secrets of buried scriptures
Are whispered through the sound of wind
Kingdoms or dormant splendors
For millenia, have been sinking
Speaches of buried surfaces
Are roaming through the seas of sand
Realms, once back to light
Archa-speaches are told
Realms brought back to sight
Archapolis beholded
Rising the fragments
Signs of previous lives
Told to the present
Lores of ancient times
Unspeakable beauties
Ruins of fabled places
Soiled testimonies
Of ancestor races
Relics captured in stratas
For ages, have been hidding
Echoes from a lost era
Can be heard through the sounds of wind
Kingdoms of radiant slendors
For ages, have been shining
Conquest of the conquerors
Are covered by the seas of sand
Unearthing the past
Knowledge...concealed
To the unborn one
