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The ancients, lost in ancient lore

With blazing spirits bold

Set out in quest to find the truth

From shadows they would unfold

A journey fraught with pain and fire

Their hearts and souls entwined

Still they marched forth with fearless minds

With a quest to find the light divine

Then, a black sun rose on high

A guide in a world of false light

Its power, beacon in the bright

A call to rise up in might

It was a pagan god of old

That they did venerate

With the black sun as their guide

They would conquer their fate

And through the rain and storm they marched

With the black sun as their guide

Its power, their only hope in life

In a world where brightness hides

Then, a black sun rose on high

A guide in a world of false light

Its power, beacon in the bright

A call to rise up in might

It was a pagan god of old

That they did venerate

With the black sun as their guide

They would conquer their fate

Their fate was written in the stars

A destiny they must fulfil

With the black sun's power in their hearts

They'd claim their victory still

Its power, a beacon through the storm

The tempest soon receded

And the ancients stood high, resolute

Their hearts with fire seeded