Epoch
Memory echoes down the halls of
Antiquity
Tethered and broken wings scattered
Upon a bed of ashes
Spears thrust in Triumphant salute
Gaia's Divine Kingdom, a skeletal
Shadow
What remains when the lust of conquest
Who will remember of hymns of war?
Battle's clarion falls upon deaf ears
Never forget Immortality is gained
Through acts
As a smoldering brand pressed upon the
Skin of time