Songtext von Imperialus

The ashes of unrest do a dance under a cold sky Fireflies, made from our demise These shadow empires entombed The ashes are all that's left of home Pages of the skinned, carried off in the wind Into a distant sky, to be spoken again Screams of the flock Cry out for design This power of one A savior to none The skies open and paints a portrait with no use of color The ground reflects a world that has been torn asunder My home has been entombed under ashes My only hope is to envision a new world