In the land of myth and tales the forbidden temple lies

Hard to reach, hard to find

Jungle surround that ancient place

Already the last priest is dead, no one alive

It is the secret of the old temple



Where no one stepped in for the hundred of years

Because of the fears

It is the unknown hidden place



Near by the door, broken by storm

An unknown symbol is

It's dark with dust and turned in black

But it shining without light

No reasons for these odd events, is it not true?

We are the living masters of life



Who have to behave and have to be brave

So what we are save

We have fences all over the place



We can't tell truth, no clear thinking

Does the temple influence us all?

No true exist in front us all

Isn't that all possible

Try to think and understand about place

Of the temple

If it gets destroyed and burned down

We will live again



Already the last priest is dead, no one alive

It is the secret of the old temple