The Prophecy

My name is no-one and a thousand, but the old sages crowned me Queen Mother
 I am the breath you can hear among the leaves of the trees
 My sap emerges from the deep lakes flowing into the rivers and into the immense oceans
 My blood, hot and violent, cleaves the grounding a blazing trail left by a fire dragon
 Dark and deep is my womb where I generate any form of life
 Here, the ancient learned to receive the old supreme art
 I have created sprites and guardians, fools and sages to defend my original power
 Hidden in a language written on stone shapes and symbols
 Many where the children who worshipped my thousand faces with honour and respect
 And I, good and terrible, fed them at my sacred springs with water and dragon's flash
 Now I'm dying and so are all my faithful servants that men called Gods of Pagos
 Now, the power of the only god hangs over me
 And worse my fate will be if they forget about me
 And with me the most ancient legend carried on by purest emotions will end
 Follow the ancient path and don't turn to the false light
 Raise your arms to heaven and you'll be protected
 Let the spirit walk with your body and draw the cross in the circle
 Abandon the sufferings that belong to your false nature
 Love me and I will love you
 Hate me and I will devour you
 Descent into my crypts where the darkness of life reigns
 And nourish the eternal sacred flame
 Defend your brother tree and your sister stone because their lives are mine
 Follow the snakes' trail
 Because it will lead to me