There is a land, the land of greater art  But high mountains hide its heart  The gods play there, a soft sounds of harps  And in the air shine silver stars    There is a land, a land that mountains guard  A land for most mortals far  But if you pure in heart, the time will come for you  When you may follow an avatar through    But hear close the avatars words...    "Get your eagle wings, upon highest ground  Fill those wings with air and fly around  Seek the lands, ride the winds  Ride into its hearts, the realms within  On eagle wings, of highest ground  Carried to the place where art is found  A beauty great, inside its heart  Behold the lost land of greater art"    There is a land, the land of greater art  Where gods play on golden harps  Their music so great, a melodic and beautiful sound  And it reaches even highest ground    But into this land, where all are friends  Comes so greed of mortal men  And through a heart, a heart that evil hides  The dark now comes inside    No music sounds, no harps to play  The gods have left, now they're far away  Dark the land, broken silver stars  All the remains, are only memories of greater art    But still hear the avatars words: