Lake Of Tears

There is a land, the land of greater art
But high mountains hide its heart
The gods play there, a soft sounds of harps
And in the air shine silver stars
There is a land, a land that mountains guard
A land for most mortals far
But if you pure in heart, the time will come for you
When you may follow an avatar through
But hear close the avatars words...
Get your eagle wings, upon highest ground
Fill those wings with air and fly around
Seek the lands, ride the winds
Ride into its hearts, the realms within
On eagle wings, of highest ground
Carried to the place where art is found
A beauty great, inside its heart