The light is shining Upon the race of man Though most of us are blinded And never understand That honor breeds from virtue In like of elder clans Their spirits stand beside you To make a stand defending man From the abyss We have felt the muses kiss Who will be calling Unto the Gods of old Technology is driving The old ways from our souls So hang unto the memory Of ancients brave and bold And never break the circle Of magik lore that stays the horde From the abyss I have felt the muses kiss We have felt the muses kiss We have felt the muses kiss