The continent of Atlantis was an island which lay before the great flood in the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean. So great an area of land, that from her western shores those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South and the North Americas with ease, in their ships with painted sails.
To the east, Africa was a neighbour, across a short strait of sea miles. The great Egyptian age is but a remnant of the Atlantian culture. The antediluvian kings colonised the world. All the gods who play in the mythological dramas in all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis.
Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth. On board were the twelve:
The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist,
the magician and the other so-called gods of our legends; though gods they were.
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind, let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new. Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be (she may be)