Myth

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