THE ANCIENTS

Buried with riches and treasures

Of jewels and gold.

In sarcophagi of eternal slumber

While encrusted with dreamy gems.

Invisible to the outer-world,

But glimpsed at by only malicious men craving splendors.

Neither forgotten nor remembered.

Laid to rest with all of their

Truths and myths.

Laid to rest with riches and treasures

Of jewels and gold.

An unparalleled mask concealing a masquerade.

Hidden in valleys

Of everlasting strength.

Meant to never be found

Beyond the enshrouding, timeless sands.

Buried with riches and treasures

Of jewels and gold

Within labyrinths and dangers.

Since the crème de la crème of vigor princes has passed.