Golden shield and ancient runes,
Moonlit rites beneath the dunes.
A paradise, once pure and sweet,
Now echoes with the drums of deceit.
Morrigan, with raven's cry,
Stories of destiny, do or die.
Emerald leaves, silver streams,
Haunted by your dark dreams.
Mazes of passion and pain,
Lost in time, yet here again.
In the nexus of myth and man,
Lies a tale, ancient and the damned
Lost to burning lands
By the works of his hand
In this paradise, a choice so dire
To burn in awe or escape the fire.
A sacred ground, where angels weep,
Choices echo in the silent deep.
Lingering, yearning to flee,
Caught in the allure of what could be.
To stay entwined or to break free,
In Eden's heart, our destiny.