Beneath the ash where fallen wolves decay, I heard the ancient war-drums call my name. Across the dunes, beneath the dying day, The horns of kings awoke within the flame. I raised the Ankh from earth and shattered stone, And felt the buried sun ignite my bone. Through every scar, the weaker flesh must die, Through every dusk, the serpent sheds its skin. The Ankh burns bright beneath the blackened sky, I rise from ruin, and the hunt begins. Ankh of fire, awaken me, Break these chains and unmake me, From ash I rise beneath the sun— Undying, wild, reborn as one. I crossed the wastes where frozen shadows sleep, Where every howl was swallowed by the night. But roots of iron clawed into the deep, And storms were forged within the frozen white. Now molten rivers thunder through my veins, The blood of elder kings breaks all my chains. Through every scar, the weaker flesh must die, Through every dusk, the serpent sheds its skin. The Ankh burns bright beneath the blackened sky, I rise from ruin, and the hunt begins. Ankh of fire, awaken me, Break these chains and unmake me, From ash I rise beneath the sun— Undying, wild, reborn as one. I am the wolf beneath the rising flame, I am the storm that answers death with life. The Ankh of dawn shall carve my weakness out, The sun shall forge my spirit through the strife, And from my ashes, I shall rise again. Through every scar, the weaker flesh must die, Through every dusk, the serpent sheds its skin. The Ankh burns bright beneath the blackened sky, I rise from ruin, and the hunt begins. Ankh of fire, awaken me, Break these chains and unmake me, From ash I rise beneath the sun— Undying, wild, reborn as one. Ankh above me, eternal sign of flame, Ankh within me, burning through my blood. The wolf I was has vanished in the blaze, The chains are ash beneath the burning sun. I breathe the fire that death could never claim, I walk beneath the sun and bear its name. From broken earth my ancient spirit runs, Undying, ever wild beneath the sun.