Five hundred years later - text

As steel once swamped forgotten names,
And blackened smoke eclipsed the sun,
So too can Gaia heal the wound,
Just as she once was over run,
Each spire begets an open grave,
A ruined shrine to lucidity,
Sepulchural glimpses of the past,
That reach out from the shallow sea

Forgotten pillars of the earth,
Ruins of a lost age granting shelter to the seeds of our rebirth

As Empires Fall,
Old Gods will drop upon their knees,
Before the dawn of a new age,
Frozen in time,
Their severed hands are numb,
They are forgotten and fading away

Such foolish children to believe,
Their mother's blood is their's to burn,
Won't see their walls prevent her march,
But serve to welcome her return,
How fragile sits a throne of kings,
When echoes sweep it's empty halls,
How hollow seem the spoils of man,
When Heaven falls

As Empires Fall,
Old Gods will drop upon their knees,
Before the dawn of a new age,
Frozen in time,
Their severed hands are numb,
They are forgotten and fading away

Here lies the seat of the corrupt,
The vein pursuit of man,
Enscribed beneath the rust,
Here lies the stronghold of the damned,
Those kings now left with naught,
But empty shells that rise up from the dust

As Empires Fall,
Old Gods will drop upon their knees,
Before the dawn of a new age,
Frozen in time,
Their severed hands are numb,
They are forgotten and fading away

Scorn,
Those mortal born,
Forgotton ghosts,
Whose glory slips away