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
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
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"
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
"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 Apocalypse
The lost legend of
The First Apocalypse