Allah, Zeus, his son
Apollo, Shiva, the Destroyer
of the Triad Worshipped in stone images, the legends
kept alive in every tongue
What was it that drew us in under their power?
Were the feats and graces
just illusions then?
In your soul there's a part
that part of you says that
I do still believe Although where that faith may lead to what unknown it's taking
me Is a truth un touched by human hands All the pieces they fall And it's hard to see anymore And air these heros stumbling stumbling
Where they from?
I want to know