A/Atlantean Kodex/The Course of Empire (All Thrones in Earth and Heaven)
As gold turns into brown, the autumn of an era Our clarion Harps fall silent – Twelve Stars are stained in blood The graves of Mare Nostrum, Mother Europe trembling And nameless ghosts of guilt haunt sanctuaries forlorn
In this era of confusion tradition’s saferope is cut All thrones in earth and heaven – devoured by Mammon’s wrath An old enemy stirs discord. dark rumours from the frontlines False prophets spread his gospel, evoking Empire’s end
Empires rise, empires fall. Conquering kings sleep in timeless halls Freedom and Glory, corruption at last. Ever westward the course of empire takes its eternal way
And how shall we comfort ourselves – the murderers of all murderers?The noble, true and holy – we bled it with our knives Who’ll wipe this blood off our hands now? Which Arthur will rise to defend us? No sacred king can lead us, as nothing sacred’s left alive
And now our future’s over, secular void unfolds Arcadian memories haunt us as discord’s taking hold The lands beneath the evening, in fire, blood and hate The drums of pictdom summon us back to the savage state
Empires rise, empires fall, conquering kings, the White Goddess calls Freedom and Glory, desolation at last. Ever westward the course of empire takes its eternal way
Empires rise and Empires fall – the moral of all human tales Cities shall crumble and all towers will break under the triumphant fist of time
Yet from the ruins a flower will spring, the laurel wreath of future kings Titans march onward in perpetual strife, new kingdoms arise in their wake
Empires rise and Empires fall, the moral of all human tales Titans march onward in perpetual strife, new kingdoms arise in their wake
Children of Europe, Daughters of Eden, defiant, unbroken and free Raise proudly the torch of Enlightenment’s triumph The great wars are yet to comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
