“They used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the continent of Wild Endeavour, in
the mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords. The oldest and most
mighty race in the universe. Looking down on the galaxies below, sworn never to interfere, only to
watch.”

The children of Gallifrey are taken from their homes at eight
Entered into the academy - initiation where they’ll learn the feats
Forced to look up upon the Schism, untempered with all of its wisdom
A gap in the fabric of reality, seen from far above
Raw power of time and space, children of the master race
Inspired or driven mad, the Seal of Rassilon is had

Survivor of the Time War, an unearthly child
Renegade of the Time Lords, you won’t change his way
Defender of the cosmos, of all species and race
A path of betterment, paved in His way

Rusted color with golden lakes, morning light an orange-red sky
Fields of red grass, silver leaves, snow capped mountains stretch endlessly
Outwards under the burning sky, The Time Lord of this world will fly
To watch with wonder and enjoyment, the worlds below with unlimited bliss
His chosen moniker, the Doctor, a sacred, solemn, and boundless vow
He will take it on himself, to see that all in need are helped

The last son of Gallifrey, the Doctor's his name
Travelling the galaxies, through stars up above
Savior of time and space, he takes to the skies
Alongside his Tardis, with engines on high

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