Invocation of the Ancients
The Wounded Kings
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The prophets gaze on Akkadian skies
Cities crumble, all will die...
Last of the ancients beneath the tide
Unknown grave from ruins arise
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Awaken from sleep, reclaim what has gone
Black cloak burns on a blazing throne
Prophets gaze to the burning skies...
Rise from the ashes, where Atlantis lies