Letras
Our cradle is cracking... our prosperous land
Slipping like sand... through a trembling hand
Ruled by the weak, while the banners are changed
The flags of the fathers, are furled and estranged
A twilight descending, on a weary old world
Twisted and broken, into darkness it's hurled
Usurped without battle, you gave up the fight
A silent surrender... in the dead of the night
Convinced by the sins, of a true wickedness
Self-destruction is chosen... as the path that is blessed.
You turn from the Altar, from the blood of the past
The icons are shattered, the die has been cast
And those who resist the decay of the fast...
Are silenced... and broken... while the shadows amass
Oh Rulers! How deeply, how far have you fallen?
The pride and the history, barely recalled
In halls where the silence is heavy with shame
We forget that the ending is part of the game
Those who forget, are condemned to repeat
While the ones playing long... will never retreat!
We turn on each other, we sever the binds
Led by the sightless, the deaf, and the blind
A land that once ruled, doing good, doing bad
Now judges the son by the sins of the dad
We focus on surface, while we rot the foundation
Entangled in webs... of eternal damnation
Draped as the righteous, but rotten and foul
The soul is now tarnished, and the predators prowl!
They circle the borders, they wait in the dark
For the fires to die, for the very last spark!
We either resolve it, or watch it all burn
What rises hereafter... will make the dead yearn!
Surrender the spirit!
Surrender the mind!
Leaving the ghosts... of your fathers behind!
No enemies, surely?
That's what we pretend
But the knife is held close... in the hand of a friend!
Oh Kings! The sun sets, the winter is calling!
The pillars are cracking, the ceiling is falling!
Those who forget, will repeat the same shame
Except for the shadows, who've mastered the game!