The gleaming city stands no more It has been leveled from the chaos and war The death of the monarchy brought forth anarchy And the peasants revolted amongst themselves
See it's once great towers, crumbled to dust Stale bread and foul water that will fester for ages Yet the capital will soon be forgotten As a new empire emerges in the west The flesh will rot from the bones Leaving the fetid stench of decay
It was once a place of prosperity Yet the magi planned for its collapse They wanted to be twelve new kings Though their plans were silenced By an uproar of violence
Their marble gods fell to their knees Heads tumbling down and crumbling to pieces Their temples were torched and their commerce destroyed Their currency left in a smoldering heap And I must ask myself Is this the scale of ruin? The city now lies in rubble Is this the scale of ruin? There is no refuge In this scale of ruin
One might ask themselves Were the magi truly successful after all? Though looking at the debris that surrounds me The answer seems all too clear For these are the winds of decay Blowing upon me
The gleaming city stands no more See it's once great towers, crumbled to dust The gleaming city stands no more Stale bread and foul water that will fester for ages The gleaming city stands no more It has been leveled from the chaos and war
The gods fell silently to their knees As they welcomed the scale of ruin