The words are by Autumn Tears from their “Ode to my forthcoming Winter” : Continue reading / Συνέχεια->
Thou firmament of God, and swift-winged winds,
Ye springs of rivers, and of ocean waves
That smile innumerous! Mother of us all,
O Earth, and Sun’s all-seeing eye, behold,
I pray, what I, a God, from Gods endure.
History is written by the victors. And as such, it is mandatory to be in the same spirit as the status quo of that era.
Thus, the Amazons end up as a legend shrouded by the mists of ancient times. Continue reading/Συνέχεια->