Embers of the Empire

Lurking around a comfortable life
Looms a hidden danger
When no one is bothered to bother no more
No one will know who comes through the door
No one will know
No one will know
I said no one will know
None of us will know

Far from our sight
Torment has come upon
Vile gleaming eyes
Soiling minds of light and awe

Oh, you might think you would be spared
Get out of the way just in time
I'm afraid it doesn't work that way
You won't see it coming, until it's too late
Until it's too late
And there is precious little time
Until it's too late
As structures crumble and foundations quake

Now come the lost
Damnation paragons
Bitter, sneering deeds
Hiding death in caring warmth

Barred from the soul
Foul, putrid spirit

Round up your thoughts
Here comes the echelon
Loyal drifting fools
Poison all or face the sword

Far from our sight
Torment has come upon
Vile gleaming eyes
Soiling minds of light and awe

Now come the lost
Damnation paragons
Bitter, sneering deeds
Hiding death in caring warmth

Round up your thoughts
Here comes the echelon
Loyal drifting fools
Poison all or face the sword

Barred from the soul
Foul, putrid spirit

Barred from the soul
Foul
Putrid
Spirit



Credits
Writer(s): Theo Skogberg
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