Scris de Sfatuitorul Mar Feb 17, 2015 4:41 pm
The continent of Danga was an island
Which lay before the great flood
In the area we now call the Carpathian Mountains.
So great an area of land,
That from her western shores
Those beautiful sailors journeyed
To the South and the North with ease,
In their ships with painted sails.
To the East Africa was a neighbour,
Across a short strait of sea miles.
The great Egyptian age is
But a remnant of The Danga early culture.
The antediluvian kings colonised the world
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from far Kindom of Danga.
Knowing her fate,
Danga sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the Twelve:
The poet, the physician, The farmer, the scientist,
The magician and the other so-called Gods of our legends.
Though Gods they were -
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind
Let us rejoice, And let us sing, And dance and ring in the new Hail Danga!
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