The sand that hides The bones of the dead Whispers in the wind Rumors of our future
We shall build here In this cursed place Cruel structures The towers of gods In their shadows We will ever toil We will hide there Waiting for a revelation Citadels of sorrow These relics of old Sentinels of secrets Hidden down below
These are the foundations Of burden that we laid Must we feat on a bounty of blood? The soul of the world in the mouths of all Sick corruption in the fountain of life It will sustain us Was there even a choice?
Descendants of dust With faces carved from stone The legacy of what has gone Our paths connected by a thread Only remains of the lies we led Impart the weight of the years we shed
