0022 Flight Of The Demigod

Take flight on wing of your remarkable bird

Let fly your dangerous adventure

Yes, I will go to the cities with caverns of gold

And wherever my courage will take me

The darkness opens, a world revealed

Golden shards of kaleidoscope suns

Below me are the cities of gold

Shall I land and take my plunder?

Take care for the cold ones inhabit there

And Dragon is their King

Ah, but also lovely is she who dwells below

Her eyes are dressed in colored knives and loud trumpets drive her mind

How I love the fragrant potpourri of her stare

But death is her frequent companion

I soar above the city, its magnificent history now in ruins

When the air is cut, a sound is made and that is music to my soul

Oh great slicer of time and space

Return through the portal from which we came!

- Nod Satok

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