All empires fell with crafts that seemed eternal Silent testimonies of permanent elapse Some walls shattered by adverse mights Some mounts imperceptibly festered into dust The time avoids depicting the line It journeys incessantly over interfering circles None spirit enfolds its flowing Due to immense radius spread A glance aback reveals It brought us into aeon ghastly plain The verge of timely dimension A gallery of overpast lords That left in fulminatory roar Or departed in dismal groans Environed by world order Of inverted power's hierarchy The odds obliterated between eulogy and disgrace Dwelling in the oblivious void Yet shall we recover the strength To re-establish the exact image And put it into the recent frame Mouldered is the principle of kingdom lost pride and honor they attempted to bury Will disengage form damnation claws And recrucify the pitiful idols To let the streams of hatred efface the sacrosanct offal Each empire must fall thus I behold the arisen From behind the nearest void's bend The splendour once fallen...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
