Emperor Nemo looks out, through the huge panoramawindow, at the Eidolon skyline. Vast metal structures looms as long as the eye can see. At this hour the flashing neon signs can clearly bee seen, And a few repulsorlift crafts scurries about. In the horizon Eidolons large spaceport rise like a monster made of metal and concrete. The huge man frown, as he pace the room, occasionally looking out the window. His power is immense, yet incomplete. All around This power town I can feel The surging wind Deafening The silent rain Beating down The weakened weeds Sickening Their helpless moans Trapped within Their weakened wills Delusions of grandure Delusions of grandure All around This power town I can see The empires' clasp Smothering The people's revolt Neverending The emperors' grasp Delusions of grandure Delusions of grandure Delusions of grandure Delusions of grandure