[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 inn's keeper who replies Only with a sneer and a “who the hell are you?” [Shalim] I'm Shalim from the lost tribe [Narrator] Hostile, eyes on the prize Self-taught he's the vessel whom the oracle chose The story unfolds, his origins restored as a goal [Shalim] I'm the last of the Tan Suo [Narrator] Red hot, ready for the duel He's the prodigal son from the crown hill region Even wanted by the king for desertion and treason [Shalim] I'm 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 wouldn't force him into deep submission But sweeter even, people listen! I'm not here to leave imperial regimes imprisoned I'm 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 he'd 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 a**ociation 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 meeting's over What? You say you're one of the Shin Toa? I don't believe ya' I'm Shalim, the last of the Tan-Suo Pleased to meet ya' If it's not too large of a demand It would be a great honor if you'd like to be my teacher Yes, Master Rishi, I'm 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] I'm gonna find the beast and when I do it I'll think of all the people that I've lost to his blind pride Keep the mind's eye focused on my nemesis Intelligent as he may seem and clearly venomous I will defeat him! Revenge for the legions And won't rest until their left widows know freedom I don't wanna see him breathing for a second longer General Rongon, I'm coming for ya! I'm 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 I'm the last of the Tan Suo [Narrator] Stays cool, ready for the duel He's the prodigal son, humble in his sk** Calm with a view to a k**