Burning Empire

Vivid landscapes are gone into the dawn
Untimely fate forces the beauty to fall
Smoke and devastation are the only alive
Selfishness and indignation are in opposite sides

And when the birds fly
From the top of their burned homes
Buildings and blackish skies
Imperative alone
For a while

At hell confused with heaven
Respect and glory are given
So the distorters of the truth
Maintain the ego full

The human heart stands unpunished
At the great halls
The simian souls are treated with foolishness
By the human law

And when the birds fly
From the top of their burned homes
Buildings and blackish skies
Imperative alone
For a while

Lords of mediocrity infected by the power
Your deeds became our legend
Disguised our civilization, the progress of our nation
Burning our souls, selling out our creed away

And when the birds fly
From the top of their burned homes
Buildings and blackish skies
Imperative alone
For a while