Chronicles Of The Witch God

When history becomes legend

When legends become myths

When the myths have already become mottled and fragmented

When the sands of time bury everything

Our names, our stories, continue to be passed down through the river of time

Just as the sun hangs high in the sky, eternally illuminating the earth, it will never extinguish

Remember, there once existed a group of people who stood tall between heaven and earth, like pillars supporting the sky. They never bowed or submitted to anyone. They held the winds and thunder in their hands, tread upon dragons and serpents with their feet, shattered the earth with their fists, and crushed the stars with their palms; they are our ancestors, sharing the same bloodline with us. When they walked the earth, they called themselves shamans, and after breaking through the void, they became shamanic deities