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Descendants of the sun
Into the time of distant hills
During the time when we knew no 'Stone' or 'Bill'
When we sat around a bonfire during the sunset
Passing legends of our epic warriors who worked without rest.
Into the time of our locus point.

Far away, far away
When we hunt for game and meal so far away
Relieving ourselves from daily duties
Purifying our souls with nature pieces.

But later on, we can't seem to forget
Years ago, before the 'Berger's comet
Verily, the time has come
Descendants of the sun, here we are.




© Polar599bear