The Return

The elders speak of a tale of old, the prophet’s stories that could soon unfold. Tarvaa tells of the great one’s return, a new age in which nations will burn. They stand no chance; this world will be ours. Our fate is determined by sky and the stars. To live or die is not the will of one’s own. The rebirth of an empire, as the blind one hath fortold.

When shadow swallows sun and stars; when the wind howls like wolves in the night; Out of such great darkness, Our Lord will return.

Gone are the days of our empire. Never forgotten
To this day we sing praise to those lost so long ago
Gone are the heroes from tales of old. Names eternal as the sky!
Still we sing to the dead, praying for the Return!

The elder’s speak of a tale of old, the prophet’s story of a day drawing near
The return of the Khan has been foretold
The day that left the world spellbound in fear.

Rise, rise, rise from death
Temujin
Rise.