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 Fades "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