Naer Mataron - Land of Dreams


I draft the meaning of the word of life and history
 I am the son of mother wisdom
 The essence of the secrets of the mind
 That mutined the folks out of oblivion
 To give meaning to their ideals
 And knowledge on the years of their ancestors

 I am the description of history
 The philosophy of existence
 Throughout the word of the Heliad to the frozen Wotan
 And from Edda to Zarathustra

 I unite the Gods with you
 I possess the secrets of religiousness
 And still your fears and your vanities
 I am He who crushes the truth of simple life
 To instruct your Godhood and Heroism

 From the sanctuaries of the forests and the temples
 To the secrets of the cliffs and the birds
 Resist to the lie that bolts to the woods
 Envy the seed of the divine that we hide inside us

 My body is myriads of black and scarlet banners
 And endless runes and symbols of the land of Europa
 That stole the fire from the moon
 And gave it to thousands of children
 As they saluted through their shadows

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