Lucania

Lucania


The idea of Lucania manifested through the God of harvest...
Traced back to Ireland in a place so fertile and far west

Buried in it were gods and princes and knights from Forenza...
Witches and Druids and temples of Hera

Gargoyles of pervertion stare as if guarding a portal...
Cathedral crypt creatures reign as if immortal

Under the earth flowed the subterranean river Acheron...
Forming the borders of hell, a river of pain now gone

Rolled into tongues some dialect tainted Gaelic...
Thirteen villages now thriving on some fancy old wick

Notes and beats live through Irish ruins...
Where a factory of harps reflects the port of Rathmullan