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Hiking vast graveforests and haunted woodlands Surrounded by mountains laced with the smoke of fires The fires of our fallen sun who lies trapped far in the west A world consumed by Death, sinful shadows, and wicked pests On black horse I rode west to retrieve the fallen sun The ancient wheel of life who the ancients venerated Venturing through the woods, by evil spirits now overrun Fiends from the netherworlds, our soils they have invaded To the ends of the Earth I shall embark Beneath its crust I shall venture Venturing through the woods on a quest against time A sworn enemy I’ve become in a world that once was mine A world under an empire of darkness I have found myself Where the masses live in fear, devoid of prosperity and wealth Greeted by the spirits with growls of bloodlust With sword and axe they’re greeted back As I reduce their souls to dust Through countless barriers Across the lowly deserts And up over frosty mountains In search of the sun-wheel, our sacred god, a holy force The world’s nourishing power, the world’s eternal life-source Guided through the night in this battle that must be won To reach the netherworld and spin back to life the wheel of Sun

Riding fast amidst untamed darkness Westward I ride through frostbitten cold On a mission to retrieve our fallen god of light Beyond the world’s confines, beyond its thresholds Riding on a black horse further west A perilous journey through lands of frost and unrest Devoid of the sun’s light, warmth, and glow Once-prosperous landscapes now engulfed by snow A hunter of the dawn, retriever of the fallen sun Pierced by the touch of winter’s breath as the hunt wages on A hunter of the dawn, retriever of the fallen sun Onwards into darkness, the war has only begun Greeted by the frostbitten woods No longer nourished by the sun’s rays Inhabited by mutant shadow demons Never having beheld the light of day The darkness has hardened my heart A fierce warrior I have become Vengeance and anger is all I now feel As I tread onwards, the war has only begun Sinful spirits of the dead slowly spread across the earth Blinded by the sungod who lies trapped in their realm of Hell Slowly invading us, magnified by the shadow in these lands Spreading to all Earth’s corners, slaughtering all with cold blooded hands Invaders from the underworld I saw them fly across the sky in chariots of blood and flame Greater than any thunderstorm that drove the world insane So I chased them across the valleys, with vengeance in my eyes On black horse I rode to kill these fiends of the skies And to retrieve our fallen Sun! Chasing the fading light Slowly sinking beneath the western horizon A journey that has now lasted years upon years Across a world long since fallen into chaos and fear The days of a shining world now a distant memory Forging onward until the mighty sun is freed Old have I grown in these long perilous travels But my quest continues onward through lands of frost and misery Through a colossal Black Canyon Upon rivers that run like a maze Sailing onward yet losing direction ’Til the light of the surface world dims and fades Along the ancient river of the underworld I sail into the abysmal realm of shadow Upon the cold Styx, sailing to my destiny The days of a shining world I believe are a memory A Hunter of the Dawn Retriever of the fallen sun A Hunter of the Dawn The War has been won Expecting to find the sun trapped in the darkness Instead I come to find a hidden paradise Beneath the earth’s crust an ethereal realm unfolds Where a new sun shines before my bewildered eyes A harmonious place mentioned in the myths A kingdom the ancients named Shambhala A place where prophecies of distant eras are born A holy arcane world soon to reveal itself to all Now I learn there is nothing to retrieve For now I see this realm shall forge the world’s destiny At long last I lay to rest at the end of this journey As the inner sun cultivates a garden of a thousand prophecies A hunter of the dawn! At long last I lay to rest Oh mighty Subterranean Sun By your kingdom I am blessed

Cast down through the veils of time Upon a world engulfed in a spiritual war Between the primal forces of light and void A war for the fate of this world forevermore Spawned at the eve of mankind’s darkest age A mortal soul possessed by Promethean will A will that would forge a new golden era In the image of the gods, the shadow of mighty Ygg Gazing with blue eyes upon a world of ruin Storming across the war-torn battlefields A vicious fighter in a battle against time Whose heart deeply yearns for a world much more divine A soul born to a mundane life Bearing within him the strength of the gods He who would rise to the highest of earthly thrones With the seeds of triumph boiling in his blood Against the forces that have taken hold And strangled this world with its tyrannical chains He marches forth with an army united To lift this world from ruin and end the tyrants’ reign Ascending from the depths of Shambhala A messenger spoken of in ancient lore At last he arises: the last avatar The final commander of this spiritual war Embodying the eternal power of the gods At last he arises: the last avatar Rising as king of the lost Promethean tribes To lift this world from ruin and demise

Rising from the depths of a subterranean world From beneath the earth’s crust, they ascend into the skies Lurking across the Earth, in the shadows they hover endlessly Saucers made of ancient steel, invaders from a parallel reality Spotted along the mountain sides far from civilization Aliens to this modern world, plotting their day of invasion Beings that come from beneath instead of from the skies above Who’ve harnessed this world’s secrets in the kingdoms of the Inner Earth A giant fleet of mysterious spacecraft Possessed by an arcane life force energy An ancient force that has long since vanished from the surface world One they’ve rediscovered in the sculpting of their saucers A force they consider holy A force that radiates From the core of the Inner Earth From the Depths of Shambhala They’ve spied upon us waiting to invade Waiting patiently for centuries in slumber To rise to the surface and tear this world asunder For decades they’ve remained hidden Beings of power and ancient magic That radiates from the core of the Inner Earth From the Depths of Shambhala Long ago I saw them descend into Shambhala As they fled a world of suffering in search of consolation Rebuilding their hangars deep within the kingdom Joining forces with the ancient ones for world domination United under the same symbol: the fallen Wheel of Sun Plotting their day of vengeance with the holy ancient ones How little the earth knows of what lurks in the shadows How little they know of the fate of this world that is to come

Threshold explorers, light-bearers Ancient peoples spread across the Earth far and wide Far beyond to the world’s furthest reaches With the spinning wheel of sun above us as our guide Guided by our symbol Our four-hooked cross A symbol of our luck and well-being Bonded by ancestral blood Sworn to the rebel god Sons of the titan who branded us with the fire of Olympus Oh lord of fire and flame In your blessed holy name Lead us to prosperity From the chains of this world’s tyranny Conceived from clay, in the titan god’s image Infused with the fire stolen from the divine Guided and blessed by his ancient holy light Shining it across a world of eternal night Illuminating the valleys in the North Wandering far from our homelands in the East Thulean forgers of godlike kingdoms Spreading as far as India from the base of the Georgian peaks Sons of Prometheus, the ancient light-bringer Who brought us the fire that forged the world’s greatest empires Sons of Prometheus, hear the call of our ancient lord Beckoning us to save a world conquered by evil hordes Outcasted from the modern world Banished to the uncharted wild Gathered now within these forests To avenge a world defiled Persecuted for a thousand years By those who prosper through tyranny Casting us as villains and foes In the pages of history Enslaved by feudalism Monarchies and dark ages Yet the fire of our ancient gods Within us still eternally rages Nourished by the soils of these ancient lands Forever reminding us of our past Soils we are tied to, soils to fight and die for Soils upon which we shall fight this great war Under thy sun we have gathered Sons of almighty Prometheus To destroy the tyrants’ empire And rebuild our metropolis Sons of Prometheus RISE!