My name is Maodhog

Come; walk with me now,
down the long tunnel of time,
through the halls of Amenti.
Back through more than twelve millennium
Before the Might of Rome
Before the Culture of Greece
Before Amenhotep ordered the building of the Pyramids

Come; walk with me once more, the sunny streets of my Island home
So great an area of land, that from her western shores
Our ships, with painted sails filling in the breeze,
Were but a few days sail to North or South America
To her East, across a narrow sea strait, was Africa,
Whose Kings and Pharaohs, were but children to us.
The Great Age of Egypt is but a shadow remnant of my culture
Our Great Kings colonized the World.

Even at the time of our fall into the Abyss
We knew our fate and sent out ships to the four corners of the world
so that our Knowledge, would not be lost forever.
On board these ships,
we sent the Philosophers and Poets,
the Doctors and Scientists,
Farmers, Musicians and Magicians.
They carried the teachings of our culture
And the warnings not to follow us
For in our footsteps lay our doom
And that doom could destroy the Planet, not just our Island home.

Hear now but one tale, carried down through time.
Learn now from me those lessons Atlantis learned
Before she fell beneath the spell of her own destruction
Hark Now, Listen and Learn,
lest, in the days to come,
these things be forgotten
and mankind's fate,
stand upon the precipice of doom.