The enraged mob chisels and tears the Guardian statues from the walls of the central Guardian tower and carries them towards the “void” - a large, seemingly bottomless maw in the earth just outside of the city's walls. With nearly unscalable sides and nothing but blackness below, the void is many things to many people - a sacrificial altar for the old gods, a garbage dump, a dangerous and foreboding landmark - and on this day it may fulfill all of those roles… There's a crowd at the edge of the void, pushing together And the guards to make sure that no man interferes And I, alone, overlooking the nether And I, alone, my anger choking back tears Watch it go, fall into the shadow My toil a sacrifice to the blackened maw below And all I know, swallowed into the shadow Just an offering to the void; Just another stone to throw Calloused hands guide chisel on stone for what feels like a lifetime And the inlays carefully cloaked with silver and gold And the mob that gathers outside, voracious with gall All the while, they're building the pile, awaiting the fall (You failed us! Clean your hands of sin, make your offering Come and pay the price, with a sacrifice To the gods of old, witness and behold)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
