Through the night it burned so brightly
Dying of an icon
Ending of the cycle might be
The altar that we died on
Thought it all would change the morning after
But nothing really differed through the years
The fallen empire always calling
The fallen empire overthrown
In every place we see
The shadow of their history
The fallen empire they called home
From the ashes comes redemption
Was the expectation
Waiting for the true ascension
Balance the equation
“Never going to stop the fall” they promised
“Never going to take us all” we thought
The fallen empire always calling
The fallen empire overthrown
In every place we see
The shadow of their history
The fallen empire they called home
The fallen empire always calling
The fallen empire now regrown
In every face we see
The shapeless form of destiny
The fallen empire they call home