In the age of apathy, where comfort blinds the eyes,
We'll rise from the ashes, reclaim what time denies.
Hollow echoes in the chambers of our soul,
As we tread on sacred soil, a heritage untold.
Forgotten whispers of the ancients, carried by the wind,
In a time where roots unravel, and the essence grows thin.
We will rise from the ashes!
Shadows and sky, spirits abide,
In defiance, we soar, where civilizations died.
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