When old age calls: I must dance the tune of time When old age calls: my sight becomes dim as night When old age calls: my strength is pale before a flight I wonder then, why I never prepared a third leg

Why is it always on the farmland? The farmer has his reasons Of putting such horrible glance before your eyes That image that scares away life from you as your heart skips count, even in the broad daylight

Hope! Is the flight of a wingless man It is the light that brightens the deepest night When the moon light brings a mare And the morning beacons fear This for you I plead, have HOPE! ! When for you the

Citing from all mythological concept across the entire Pangaea (a name for the whole landform of earth before splitting into various continents), about the beginning of all things, nearly all of these