Peak Through the Past

Peak through the past,

Purzana waits,

Sacred waters,

Battlegrounds,

Where the river falls,

And singing sounds.

There, blood was mixed,

And bodies, found.

What was once there,

Has swam away,

From a fate of power,

And, the walk of day.

See the Phalanx, in Tumay,

Birds swing and branches sway.

And high above,

None shall pass this way.

For wings do fly,

Dare you not lye,

For the price is high,

And you'll find it nie.