The Aerial Gateway

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