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[Narrator]
Ever closer now the shores of vabaria
His thoughts drift to the prospect of reunion with his beloved
Though adoptive parents, boro and celestia
Shallow waters
As he drags the boat through the sand to the tree line
He notices commotion emanating from a beachside tavern
Having travelled for days, he sidles up
To the battered old gate and soon his memory awakes
To familiar sensations, seeking out the sweet remuneration
Of taking a deep swig of the belko brew
Singles out the innâs keeper who replies
Only with a sneer and a âwho the hell are you?â
[Shalim]
Iâm Shalim from the lost tribe
[Narrator]
Hostile, eyes on the prize
Self-taught heâs the vessel whom the oracle chose
The story unfolds, his origins restored as a goal
[Shalim]
Iâm the last of the Tan Suo
[Narrator]
Red hot, ready for the duel
Heâs the prodigal son from the crown hill region
Even wanted by the king for desertion and treason
[Shalim]
Iâm gonna find the beast, and when in front of him
Show him that the chosen one can throw a couple punches in
Slay a dozen of his bodyguards and keep him wishing
My sword swing wouldnât force him into deep submission
But sweeter even, people listen!
Iâm not here to leave imperial regimes imprisoned
Iâm here to smash it into little shards
And to anyone in charge, heads are coming off!
[Narrator]
As the tirade fades and the rage settles
Hears a strange fellow to his right hand side that now engages
Begs pardon but he overhead the name as shalim
And whether he was of relation to a boro and celestia
Bereft of her precious since the war drums blazed
And the child took flight through the night
He hates to be the bearer of this caliber of news
But heâd rather that he knew the sad truth
Gut shot, unable to digest
Brain recoils and refuses to accept
The ones that raised him as their own were now dead and buried
Fallen to the kings blind fury in a flurry
Cause being his association with rebellion
And the general had made an example of them
Shalim now stands enraged and proclaims:
[Shalim]
Tomorrow night Rongon falls to my blade!
Please old man, this meetingâs over
What? You say youâre one of the Shin Toa?
I donât believe yaâ
Iâm Shalim, the last of the Tan-Suo
Pleased to meet yaâ
If itâs not too large of a demand
It would be a great honor if youâd like to be my teacher
Yes, Master Rishi, Iâm ready to experience
Discipline, stillness of mind
[Narrator]
Hours on days on weeks on the grind
Wiser, stronger, slicker, faster
Apprentice forged in the image of the master
[Shalim]
Discipline, stillness of mind
[Narrator]
Hours on days on weeks on the grind
Wind sweeps over the pasture
Branches dance to the tune of the master
[Shalim]
Iâm gonna find the beast and when I do it
Iâll think of all the people that Iâve lost to his blind pride
Keep the mindâs eye focused on my nemesis
Intelligent as he may seem and clearly venomous
I will defeat him! Revenge for the legions
And wonât rest until their left widows know freedom
I donât wanna see him breathing for a second longer
General Rongon, Iâm coming for ya!
Iâm Shalim from the lost tribe
[Narrator]
Focused, eyes on the prize
Been taught by the best on the hillside
And in the deep forest were the wise reside
[Shalim]
And Iâm the last of the Tan Suo
[Narrator]
Stays cool, ready for the duel
Heâs the prodigal son, humble in his skill
Calm with a view to a kill