The vast stillness of a lake
Fed by no stream
And out of which nothing flows

The natives of the lake
Veiled by the palest mist
Were surprised by a people
Very much unlike themselves

Descendants of humanity
Some caravan of travellers
Discovering remote debris
Increasing their supremacy

What mother Gaia gave to life
The gift we all need to survive
But a story has two sides
And so one must leave the stage
There can only be one race

In this distant land aeons blend
There's no compromise
One will have to die

Ruthlessly chased deeper into
The inaccessible realm of broken memories
Collision of aeons and life
The elder destined to die
By the hands of delusions of superiority

Remember the next millennium
Seventeen temples cannot keep you safe