Spanning far and in between, across the distant skies
13 islands take their place, beyond the sight of mortal eyes
Structures made of dirt and stone, lay shadows upon the ground
This is where the Lost Race resides
Hidden away in palaces made of Earth, waiting for their time to emerge
The movement of these masses of land, are in sync with the shifting of ages
The rise and fall of civilizations
Mountains shift under the weight of it all, the earthquakes are a sign

That the era will come to a close, this page in time will be
Turned and everything will start again, extinct species will be brought back to life
Destroyed landscapes will be repaved
With the ashes of the fallen generations
As it has been for centuries passed
The days of old are echoed, universally