Far from our own shiny white Milky Way a ship escaped the grasp of the place known as "the Grey" The youngest of them all was he, Zatholach, the rider, whom, with help of a Northerner, mixed a horse and spider. Creator of the hybrids, who let the rats have wings, Creator of the cyclops and sirens sweet to sing. His face was white as silver his fangs were golden made he shone like midnight suns of brass his gaze as clear as Roman glass, Aurora Borealis blushed and passed away. His horse, a stallion of an unknown breed was the proudest giant among all magic steeds. He ruled alone and lonely, and he ruled both hard and wise. Although always in the shade of his strange disguise: To some he looked angelic, but all love was erased. Some were struck by mortal fear by a look upon his face. Yet noone could debate his wisdom he had knowledge noone knew. Creations' ways were open wide, The secret of the wind and tide we'd rule the stars if he'd obliged the truth. "He's tired of the planet, he's tired of it all. And now he claims to have a call". He made me bring forth creatures, from the south and from the east. To force them blend as he pleased, some were twisted in their features he didn't care the least as long as they were new species". Seek and you shall find, the creatures of no mind Spiders, bugs and birds and beetles, horses, goats and cats and men. Let them mix and crawl out and then... Far from our own Milky Way We wondered who it was who took his life; an animal, a foreign ruler, a mistress or a wife, a poisoned meal, a sudden death, insanity or chilling roar? Noone knows what happened there and then and what he saw. "His screams were heard across the land; the story of his dying. a legend born in seconds none can speak without fear and crying. Carry me to heaven. let my ship roam free, send me out and let me see it; the Universe, and let me be it Enshrine my corpse, but let my spirit be as free as the air the day when Zatholach was buried No bird would sing, no fox would hunt, no raindrops ever gathered One lonely eagle flew across the sky as if to wave a silent, last goodbye. A gathering of bats appeared perhaps in escape of disaster or a cold farewell to their master? We lost our king, a creator, a warlord and a master. Zatholach was the leader of all beneath and all aloft he created gods and rid us of (disaster). now he's gone... Tokens two we have prepared for through time remember him Let the building of the stones begin" As Algotrattin said his words a giant roar then shook the land and the skies were filled with birds. His final words that all had heard covered hearts with honest hands a death like this seemed pointless and absurd. a ship that came from heavens high it happened so fast. In the bay of old Egypt two figures were erected tall: the centaur shone upon the east, the sirens to bring sailors peace but what of his dying screams?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
