The ancient chaos was shrouded in silence and shaddow,
The giant dragon's offspring was born from the earth.

Sweet dreams had smothered the giant dragon's eyes and ears,
And as they slept,
The hundred eyes of Aquila had already opened,
And Phagousa had begun to stir the playful waves.

Yet Georios remained weighty and silent.
Layer upon layer of peaks enveloped the dragon,
Cradling them in a bed more grand than any in existence.