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Towering above the underground rivers

the archaic fountain,

the place of cult to water,

now rest under the rotten trees.

Cleansing the roots of the Earth

the veins of the oldest goodness,

Mother of Nature and Life

radiating lines of energy towards the Universe.

Ancestral warnings,

the black Sun over the dawn

hidden behind the fields of ferns

the sacred womb.

Enslaved by the ancient lineage

dead in time.

Hidden by modern society

ashes is all that remains.