Castles made of sand, cities in the sea,
Memories of men, things that used to be,
Ancient lores of old, secrets known before,
All the j**els and gold of worlds never known,
Of worlds never known...
All these treasures that hold our identity,
All the wonders that told who we used to be,
All the words and feelings exclusive to our kin,
All are now long gone... like the wind...
Colored streams that shine, vivid skies sublime,
Voices that won't die, echoes in the night,
Oddities of time, hieroglyphs and signs,
Traces of the lives of cultures we survived...
All these treasures that hold our identity,
All the wonders that told who we used to be,
All the words and feelings exclusive to our kin,
All are now long gone... like the wind...
No matter the race, no matter the world, no matter the ways,
All that is unique, all that is special, all that is rare,
Gets twisted around, gets slammed to the ground, gets taken away,
Until Istree finally crushes all those who dare...
To be different.
Each world has beliefs, religions to bear grief,
Politics and schemes, cultural divides,
Subtleties to hide all the pain inside,
Reasons to forgive all the shame they lived.
Animals that cry deep into the night,
Howling to somehow reconcile with life.
Warriors march in line, looking all so grim,
Striking like the wind...
No matter the race, no matter the world, no matter the ways,
All that is unique, all that is special, all that is rare,
Gets twisted around, gets slammed to the ground, gets taken away,
Until Istree finally crushes all those who dare...
To be different.