When history turns into legend
When legends become myths
When the myths are all mottled
When the sand and dust of time obliterate everything
Our names and our stories are still spreading in the long river of time
Just like the sun hanging high in the sky, it shines on the earth forever and will never go out
Remember, there was once a group of people who stood tall and tall between heaven and earth, like the pillars of heaven, and never knelt down to anyone.
They hold wind and thunder in their hands, they step on dragons and snakes, they crack the earth with their fists, and they shatter the stars with their palms; they are our ancestors, they have the same bloodline as us, they called themselves witches when they walked on the earth, and after they shattered the void, they became witch gods!
