Caucas

Back before the thought of time A war waged for Alta's prime Salacious cut a swathe Into Altarian Braves The Scholars felt his hold And created the Foretold With this light came control Ripping Erebus' bodies from - their shadow Once Alta was saved And the silhouettes escaped The Foretold rose so high And disappeared from sight The Psyker Scholar spoke Of the heart being hope Of Akvo, rust and pain Of Salacious' rise again, rise to reclaim The heart of the child Is our only hope To defeat these giants of atrophy The tick of time had passed And we see this myth amassed The Order must be convened To deliberate the findings A bounty for our hope The Tracker; the misanthrope Something must be done Before we are overrun, can this be won again The heart of the child Is our only hope To defeat these giants of atrophy