When the mighty sons of the spheres beyond //
Distributed the elements of earth //
They laid down the foundation-stone //
Of highest spiritual birth //
Which ever existed since thousands of years //
But is lost now in the future and past //
Lightyears away from our daily tears //
Those unperceived moments which always last
Poseidon became lord of earthquake and seas //
Master of oceans and all their wealth //
God of an island, there lived a family //
With a daughter of beauty and health
Atlantis was the island's name //
Greatest treasury of all times //
Human eyes didn't ever see the same //
Silver and gold, fertile hills, woodlands and plains //
It was situated in front of the strait //
They call »The Columns of Herakles«
Kleito was the daughter's name //
A princely virgin of clearness and love //
So Poseidon fell in love with her //
And built a shrine on the mountains above //
Surrounded by a golden wall //
And inside he placed his holy law
Son of god and daughter of earth //
They created ten sons, human creatures //
Who've been of supreme beings at birth //
Of pure essence and perfect features //
What a divine possibility to overcome evil //
So listen what man did!
