The aincent god Amen Ra returns from deep space to strike against man.
The curtain of night,
Ripped asunder by fire and light,
The God of Ra descends from the heavens,
Nations tremble and man goes to his knees.
Is the herald of war across the heavens,
No star nor mote of dust untouched by the mad god.
Eyes rest on the cities and towns,
It’s time to return to the old ways,
Days of magic and fire and blood,
Shrouded in darkness.
A prayer goes up for mercy,
Oh, God of Ra spare us,
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