There is a land, the land of greater art
But high mountains hide its heart
The gods play there, a soft sounds of harps
And in the air shine silver starsThere is a land, a land that mountains guard
A land for most mortals far
But if you pure in heart, the time will come for you
When you may follow an avatar throughBut hear close the avatars words..."Get your eagle wings, upon highest ground
Fill those wings with air and fly around
Seek the lands, ride the winds
Ride into its hearts, the realms within
On eagle wings, of highest ground
Carried to the place where art is found
A beauty great, inside its heart
Behold the lost land of greater art"There is a land, the land of greater art
Where gods play on golden harps
Their music so great, a melodic and beautiful sound
And it reaches even highest groundBut into this land, where all are friends
Comes so greed of mortal men
And through a heart, a heart that evil hides
The dark now comes insideNo music sounds, no harps to play
The gods have left, now they're far away
Dark the land, broken silver stars
All the remains, are only memories of greater artBut still hear the avatars words: