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The ForgottenMagiks Arise
Put on your war paint
You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down
Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground
We are the jack-o-lanterns in July setting fire to the sky
Here comes this rising tide, so come on
Put on your war paint
In this world there are hidden mysteries. Magiks long since forgotten and propelled into the realms of the impossible. What happens when that magik is once again released upon this unsuspecting world of cold steel, and factual science? What happens when a war is caused between this science and the presence of the unexplained?
Cross walks and crossed hearts and hope-to-dies
Silver clouds with grey linings
So we can take the world back from a heart attack
One maniac at a time we will take it back
You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start
So dance alone to the beat of your heart
Silver clouds with grey linings
So we can take the world back from a heart attack
One maniac at a time we will take it back
You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start
So dance alone to the beat of your heart
The scientific leaders of the population, maniacal in their denial of the ancient magiks, attempt to hide the uprising. Kidnapping and stealing away anyone or anything that shows magikal properties. Those who are against the will of the people to follow orders and be complacent. Many of which were subject to experiments as the scientists wished to learn more of this magik. Some way to control the properties, and explain them.
Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out?
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix
Wearing our vintage misery
No, I think it looked a little better on me
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix
It has been years now, since the rise of the magiks. Word spread like wildfire about the unknown coming from the darkness of their world, and many people seemed to grow with hope that had long been forgotten. The scientists grow wary that a rebellion of the masses loom in the future, and they are no closer to understanding this magik than when they first discovered it's presence. Fear is another matter. Many who find hope in those who posses magik, also find themselves terrified by their presence.
Bring home the boys and scrap scrap metal the tanks
Get hitched, make a career out of robbing banks
Because the world is just a teller and we are wearing black masks
"You broke our spirit," says the note we pass
Rebellion is underway. Those who are angered by the magiks fight against the magik possessed. Those who find hope in the ancients cheer them on, and fight to protect those who wield the unknown power. Fear, anger, hope, and joy coarse through the lands as science battles fantasy.
The Magiks
The Phoenix
The Pegasus
The Drow
The Nymph
The High Elf
The Faerie
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