A secret treasure of Morgan's stride Many speculations were done The ancient ones have revealed the truth About the death of the sun The cube was telling about a race Far beyond of all we know There is no contact and there's no trace In the shadows of space
Rising force of ancient wisdom Source of truth In the planet made of water The secrets of the captain's loot Hail Tarkassidia Rising force of ancient wisdom Source of truth In the planet made of water The destination of our quest Hail Tarkassidia
The Tarkassidian race has tried A million years before our time To use the whole sun's power and might In a giant sphere But it was destroyed by the alien race Like many others in our galaxy In order to keep us all in our place To steal our sun-energy
Now the freedom will fly And they will pay They won't control anymore We'll cut the puppet's strings The menace will die They will burn in a storm The inquisition no more The slugs will be gone The might of the order falls down Hail to our captain's loot To our friends Together we'll fight 'till the end