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