Having passed through a tunnel of blinding light The Seekers find themselves in an ancient city That once was the glorious and beautiful capitol Of a powerful civilization that was lost to the ages
They are met by the living spirits of the four high priests They guide the Seekers through the ruins of the fallen city As they tell the story of its’ Golden Age of peace And of its’ glorious people who lived in harmony with the world
Spring to your feet Run to greet the sun In bright white heat You will become One of the few Whose hearts are awoken Your aim is true Your fate’s bespoken
Passed into nothingness Silent and forgotten The Age of Reason The era of progress How did it happen It all collapsed It all corrupted into This savagery
There were no social inequalities, no classes No state control, no gods, no slaves, no masters The only rules were integrity and justice Spiritual growth was at heart of the Empire
The surrounding land was bountiful and lush There were no greed, no envy, no gold rush There was no need to toil or keep servants They spent their lives loving and learning
The phantom Priests tell the young Seekers: All our hope is in you Find the key to enter the secret hall You must succeed — or perish with the rest of the world!
“Now we will show you What happened to our rule And this will happen again Should you fail in your quest”
Blurred visions take shape And in the ruins awake The lost legend of The First ApocalypseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.