There is a land, the land of greater art But high mountains hide its heart The gods play there, a soft sounds of harps And in the air shine silver stars There is a land, a land that mountains guard A land for most mortals far But if you pure in heart, the time will come for you When you may follow an avatar through But hear close the avatars words... "Get your eagle wings, upon highest ground Fill those wings with air and fly around Seek the lands, ride the winds Ride into its hearts, the realms within On eagle wings, of highest ground Carried to the place where art is found A beauty great, inside its heart Behold the lost land of greater art" There is a land, the land of greater art Where gods play on golden harps Their music so great, a melodic and beautiful sound And it reaches even highest ground But into this land, where all are friends Comes so greed of mortal men And through a heart, a heart that evil hides The dark now comes inside No music sounds, no harps to play The gods have left, now they're far away Dark the land, broken silver stars All the remains, are only memories of greater art But still hear the avatars words:
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