I look around
To see what could be found,
Longing to discover
Some clue to the mystery,
Wanting to unlock the secrets
Of ancient worlds.
The people who lived before were gods.
Remarkable beings
With great knowledge.
There is no turning back now.
Tales of this land made it out to be crawling with demons,
But there�s nothing.
No hope,
No life,
This is a dead place.
But I mustn�t be afraid.
For I am a priest
And the son of a priest.
