Gath Of Baal

Before the oceans claimed the kingdoms,

Before the stars were given names,

There was a world of blood and sorcery,

Where gods and monsters walked the plains.

A thousand armies crossed the valleys,

A thousand kings were laid to rest.

And somewhere in the forgotten darkness,

A warrior faced his final test.

Born beneath a savage heaven,

Gath of Baal, with iron hands,

The forests trembled under war drums,

As the Kitzaak swept across the land.

He stood between the blade and helpless,

Between destruction and the dawn.

But every bargain struck with heaven

Leaves a debt that must be drawn.

There was a power buried deeper,

Than the blood beneath the stone.

A crown of horns, a cursed inheritance,

A kingdom built upon a throne.

Chorus

Ride through the fire!

Ride through the flame!

No god can command him,

No grave can contain!

The world will remember,

The darkness will know,

When the horns of the fallen

Begin to glow!

A helmet forged in ancient evil,

A living prison, cold and black.

He wore the curse to save the many,

But there would be no turning back.

The man was buried underneath it,

The warrior consumed by rage.

A weapon walking through the ages,

A beast imprisoned in a cage.

But innocence could still awaken

What the ancient darkness stole.

Robin Lakehair, the light within him,

The fragile tether to his soul.

And Tiyy, the queen of Pryam's shadows,

Called the ancient horrors near.

From the deepest wells of mankind's terror,

Rose the things that gods would fear.

Chorus

Ride through the fire!

Ride through the flame!

No god can command him,

No grave can contain!

The world will remember,

The darkness will know,

When the horns of the fallen

Begin to glow!

Beyond the borders of the waking,

Where dreams and nightmares intertwine,

A distant kingdom waits in silence,

Beyond the reach of mortal time.

Noon, the Queen of Cats, awaits him,

In a realm of tooth and claw.

But treachery walks beside the faithful,

And darkness hides behind the law.

Now refugees seek shelter at Whitetree,

While prophecy begins to rise.

The White Veshta waits for resurrection,

As blackened magic fills the skies.

Tiyy wears the mantle of the Black One,

And hunts the jewels of ancient light.

Robin stands between the powers,

A mortal soul within their fight.

Two powers.

Two mantles.

One soul between the light and night.

A kingdom trembling.

An ancient prophecy.

And a love that dares defy the gods.

Can a man still be a man

When the darkness wears his face?

The forests fall!

The heavens shake!

The ancient world begins to break!

No crown!

No kingdom!

No chains can hold!

A heart of fire!

A soul of stone!

Chorus

Ride through the fire!

Ride through the flame!

The gods may forget him,

But the earth knows his name!

Through kingdoms of shadows,

Through blood, through the snow,

He rides where the ancient

And terrible powers grow!

He is the shadow!

He is the blade!

He is the price

That the gods never paid!