Myth

Allah, Zeus, his son Apollo, Shiva, the Destroyer of the Triad
Worshipped in stone images, the legends kept alive in every tongue
What was it that drew us in under their power?
Were the feats and graces just illusions then?

In your soul there's a part that part of you says
that I do still believe
Although where that faith may lead
to what unknown it's taking me
Is a truth un touched by human hands
All the pieces they fall And it's hard to see anymore
And air these heros stumbling stumbling
Where they from? I want to know