From the Arcane Mists of Prophecy

Seven suns light the sky Our time has come, at last we ride In days when arcane magicks ripped apart the ancient sky And mighty tyrants ruled with sorcery and steel Where vast barbaric hordes rode out on cursed battlefields And spilled each others' blood with chaos in their hearts Chaos in their hearts Seven suns shall rise in an endless desert sky Across these ancient paths we ride We feel a sorrow deep inside Reclaim the fire in our minds And raise our fists against the sky The hourglass proclaims the death of ages come to pass Forgotten sagas fade to grey mythology Now steel and honor and usurped by cold complacency And battles born within the vile womb of avarice Womb of avarice Seven suns shall rise in an endless desert sky Across these ancient paths we ride We feel a sorrow deep inside Reclaim the fire in our minds And raise our fists against the sky So from the depths of ancient ages, beneath the sun-scorched sand An evil with no name awaits to claim the land again And so we wait with bated breath for the rising of the seventh sun To break the chains of our entombment The dawn of battle comes Beyond these walls of sand and time, bells of destiny shall chime Out of the arcane mists of prophecy the guardians will rise From an age of sword and shield and distant war-torn battlefield We have returned to serve this dying realm with sorcery and steel Across these ancient paths we ride We feel a sorrow deep inside Reclaim the fire in our minds And raise our fists against the sky All that once was, all you believed was owed to you Has been shattered and destroyed and now at last you understand Your redemption has come at a cost and we won't weep for what you've lost So as our words fade into the star-filled sky You must repent, you must reclaim