Witchcraft Period

When history becomes a legend when the legend becomes a myth when the myth has been mottled when the sands of time obliterated everything our name, our story, still spread in the long river of years as the sun hangs high in the sky, shining eternally on the earth, will never be extinguished to remember that there was once such a group of people, they stood tall in the sky and the earth, as if the pillars of the heavens and the earth, and they never bent down and bowed down to anyone They hold the wind in their hands and the thunder in their feet, their fists crack the earth, their palms break the stars; they are our ancestors, they have the same bloodline with us, they walk on the earth, they call themselves the dragon and snake, their fists crack the earth, their palms break the stars; they are our ancestors, they have the same bloodline with us, they have the same bloodline as us, they have the same bloodlines as us. They stomped on dragons and snakes, they cracked the earth with their fists, they shattered the stars with their palms; they were our ancestors, they shared the same bloodline with us, they called themselves wizards when they walked on the earth, and they were wizards and gods when they shattered the void!