In the beginning there was the end,
And in the end there was the nothing.
After the nothing came the something,
And with the something sound was born.
The sound was ohm.
It awoke the gentle blue streams,
And the power of the sea had risen.
When the suns hot rays caressed the tender new earth.
And the breeze moved the waves,
There was wind in its purest form.
Blowing and raging it ran through the hills of the mountains,
Through the waves of the sea.
As it ran it got stronger,
Gaia made it stronger.
It drew its strength and grace
From the free empty surface of the earth.
It made it faster.
It pushed the water,
which pulled the grounds,
which crashed into each other
as to giants measuring strength.
It made her blood boil,
Until there was only blood on the virgin earth,
And burned all that in the beginning was.
Pouring lava down her body..
And there was fire.
The pure flames licked the ashes
Of the burning soil and melted it.
For it made it stronger
The wind made it bigger.
So it can keep its feast
Through out the kingdom of shadows.
Its energy was spread through all the earth.
As it was born again.
The bird of life had risen once again
From its own ashes.
So she was there one more time.
Standing proud and strong one more time.
And the beginning had began.