In the heart of a forgotten realm,
Where echoes of the past still dwell,
Ancient stones stand tall and proud,
Guardians of stories they softly tell.

Through weathered walls and mossy trails,
Whispers of history gently weave,
Tales of love, of loss, of triumph,
In every crevice, secrets breathe.

The hands of time caress these lands,
Where heritage and dreams entwine,
A tapestry of souls and memories,
In every shadow, a legacy shines.

Oh, wanderer, pause and listen close,
To the silent songs of yesteryears,
In this sacred place, we find our roots,
A heritage of hope, beyond all fears.