The empire of hundreds of years ago
Mountains of Andes were sacred pantheons for them
They thought that eruption was anger of gods
Sacrifice was chosen an' presented to calm it down

Messenger to the gods
Mediator who ties both of us
Owner of purely true mind
The most beautiful girl
But the most miserable

Maiden of ice
She showed up through long time
Ice
Appearance like young time
She seemed to be restfully asleep
Maiden of ice
She showed up through long time
Ice
Appearance like young time
Excepting a fatal wound of head...


"Why did I have to die?
For what was I born?
Are not the gods making us happy?"

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