When history becomes legends When legends become myths When myths are already mottled When the sand and dust of time obliterate all our names, our stories are still spreading in the long river of time Like the sun hanging high in the sky, shining on the earth forever, It will never be extinguished Remember, there used to be such a group of people, they stood upright between the sky and the earth, like pillars of the sky, never bowed to anyone, they held the wind and thunder, they stepped on the dragon snake, they fisted The earth, they shatter the stars; they are our ancestors, they have the same blood as us, they called themselves witches when they walked on the earth, and they became witch gods after they shattered the void!