To the sea from the ice,
the sun coming down again
an elderly abyss seizes the light,
turning the day into night.
From the depths of life, to the shallows
follow in the footsteps, of the mighty ones
restoring order, pillaged way of life
obscured by night, feared upon at first sight.
We all rise, once again, in darkness we reign
we are the answer, we are your hope
shallows of the ancestors.
Rising through the abyss, as a pioneer of curiosity
an endless stream of shadows, night veiled existence.
The earthly journey, a symphony of lost men
as sand of time displaces slowly in the hourglass of infinity
sculptures of renaissance, as horizons decree
the end of a mighty empire, as far as the eye can see.

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