Behold, the original sounds of the project The founders of the project Each sun claims it's shell The raiders of the sun In music we trust In another time, in a distant land Generations after the beginning of dance music There came into existence a dark age of tyranny As each style adapted its own rules for survival An evil despot brought to power a congress To enforce his "Laws and Obligations" And armed a deadly militia to destroy the producers who were trying to establish a more tolerant hard-dance scene Now in a time of conflict and rebellion Two individuals unite as fearless survivors who are destined to become Project One Behold, the original sounds of the project