My name is no-one and a thousand, but the old sages crowned me Queen MothernI am the breath you can hear among the leaves of the treesnMy sap emerges from the deep lakes flowing into the rivers and into the immense oceansnMy blood, hot and violent, cleaves the grounding a blazing trail left by a fire dragonnDark and deep is my womb where I generate any form of lifenHere, the ancient learned to receive the old supreme artnI have created sprites and guardians, fools and sages to defend my original powernHidden in a language written on stone shapes and symbolsnMany where the children who worshipped my thousand faces with honour and respectnAnd I, good and terrible, fed them at my sacred springs with water and dragon's flashnNow I'm dying and so are all my faithful servants that men called Gods of PagosnNow, the power of the only god hangs over menAnd worse my fate will be if they forget about menAnd with me the most ancient legend carried on by purest emotions will endnFollow the ancient path and don't turn to the false lightnRaise your arms to heaven and you'll be protectednLet the spirit walk with your body and draw the cross in the circlenAbandon the sufferings that belong to your false naturenLove me and I will love younHate me and I will devour younDescent into my crypts where the darkness of life reignsnAnd nourish the eternal sacred flamenDefend your brother tree and your sister stone because their lives are minenFollow the snakes' trailnBecause it will lead to me