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of Gods and mortals

of Gods and mortals

of Gods and mortals

of Gods

From heavens vast, they touched the land,

A race of light with wisdom bright,

With sculpted forms and guiding hand,

They ruled the earth in boundless might.

The echoes sung in temple halls,

Of beings crowned with golden rays,

Whose presence shattered mortal walls,

And forged the dawn of ancient days.

They carved the stars in sacred stone,

With whispers drawn from distant spheres,

And left their marks on lands unknown,

A tale engraved through endless years.

of Gods and mortals

of Gods and mortals

of Gods and mortals

of Gods

Yet man, once born of fire’s breath,

Descended low from heights untold,

Forgotten now, bound close to death,

His dreams dissolved, his spirit cold.

The Titans fell, the gods withdrew,

As temples sank in shifting sands,

Their voices drowned where forests grew,

Their power lost to lesser hands.

the truth unfolds

of Gods and mortals

of Gods and mortals

of Gods and mortals

of Gods

But whispers stay in myths obscure,

In cryptic texts and echoes deep,

A trace remains, a lure impure,

To stir the minds that dare to leap.

Were they of sky, of blood divine?

Did chariots blaze with cosmic fire?

Or were they men, with grand design,

Who shaped the world with a vast empire?

From Egypt’s stones to Andes high,

Their knowledge hums beneath the dust,

Yet history veils the endless sky,

And leaves mankind in doubt and rust.

But some still look with searching eyes,

Beyond the veil, beyond the night,

They trace the stars, they scan the skies,

For echoes lost in ancient light.

Perhaps in time, the truth unfolds,

When veils of dust are torn away,

And man recalls the tales once told,

Of gods who walked in light of day.