Across the mountains… Beyond the clouds… The sun still watches… High above the world of stone, Where golden temples touched the dawn, The children walked beneath the flame, Bound forever to the sun’s true name. The rivers carried sacred light, Through endless peaks and frozen nights, While shadows gathered far below, Like whispers only gods could know. Ancient fires burned in the sky, Red eclipses, ravens crying, Every priest could feel the storm, Something dark was being born. Hear the drums across the hills… The silence breaks, the sky stands still… We are the Children of the Sun, Forged in fire before time begun, Through the ashes we remain, Carved in gold and blood and rain. Mountains rise beneath our feet, Hearts of stone that never bleed, Even if the heavens fall— The sun will rise above it all. The empire trembles in the night, Torches fading one by one, Foreign shadows cross the sea, Bringing death where life had been. The sacred walls begin to crack, Smoke ascends the mountain paths, Yet through the fear the old ones sing, Of hidden kings awakening. From the ruins voices call, Echoes through the temple halls, Spirits carved in ancient stone, Refuse to leave this world alone. Hear the thunder, feel the flame… The mountains still remember names… We are the Children of the Sun, Forged in fire before time begun, Through the ashes we remain, Carved in gold and blood and rain. Mountains rise beneath our feet, Hearts of stone that never bleed, Even if the heavens fall— The sun will rise above it all. Inti… Guide us through the dark… From the ashes — we return From the silence — we will burn No empire truly dies While the sun still fills the skies We are the Children of the Sun, Last believers, final sons, Standing where the gods once stood, Guardians of the ancient blood. When the stars erase our name, Still the fire remains the same, Through the shadows, through the fall— The sun survives beyond us all. Beyond the mountains… The fire remains…