Raised in the mountain's. Lost somewhere in the hills. There was one they called Brother to the Sun. Who's head could not be filled. He danced the dance of the wind. In the fullness of the moon. He spoke of a valley. A land of peace pursude. And in the battle he would ride, For his freedom would die. Brother to the Sun. The last of his tribe.
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