Relics captured in stratasnFor millennia, have been sleepingnSecrets of buried scripturesnAre whispered through the sound of windnnKingdoms or dormant splendorsnFor millenia, have been sinkingnSpeeches of buried surfacesnAre roaming through the seas of sandnnRealms, once back to lightnArcha-speeches are toldnRealms brought back to sightnArchapolis beholdednnRising the fragmentsnSigns of previous livesnTold to the presentnLores of ancient timesnnUnspeakable beautiesnRuins of fabled placesnSoiled testimoniesnOf ancestor racesnnRelics captured in stratasnFor ages, have been hidingnEchoes from a lost eranCan be heard through the sounds of windnnKingdoms of radiant splendorsnFor ages, have been shiningnConquest of the conquerorsnAre covered by the seas of sandnnUnearthing the pastnKnowledge...concealednTo the unborn one