Hail their demise
Hail their demise
Manes inferius
Remota palia
Manet liberatus
Remota cacarem
The stars, will guide us through the dark
Direct us, embark upon crusades of freedom
The cries of men, that we now hear
Enlighten, divinity concealed as treason
To the horizons, we seek
For righteousness at the peak
The three pillars, they blind out the light
Masquerades as the Icarus takes flight
Through the forest and over the sea
The sacrificial lives, there for all to see
The wind, it blows and the path is shown
We push this kingdom on
Know that we strayed, beyond the lost enclaves
The three pillars
AWAIT
We are the watchers of the sun
The outstretched hands you disregard
We've traveled worlds since times begun
Now you stand before the three pillars
(Manes inferius)
(Remota palia)
We'll hail their demise through the serpent's tongue
As they reach their pilgrimage
(Manet liberatus)
(Remota cacarem)
Their blinded lust for their god's embrace
They turn their backs and fade
The sea, it now starts to rise
And now begins the demise
The city we love is now lost
And now we hold our offerings aloft
A sense of purpose now, is it too late?
Their backs are turned, are we to blame?
We stand alone where the gods once stood
The fall of Atlantis and the brotherhood
Break the shackles that once remained
The three pillars
AWAIT
We are the watchers of the sun
The outstretched hands you disregard
We've traveled worlds since times begun
As we stand before the three pillars
As mountains crumble into the sea
As the tides will rise
As the ferry master awaits
And lights the path to the gate
The serpent will heed our call
At the three pillars
Raise us
Raise us
From the depths below
The compass guides us home
Under the blackened skies
Open up your eyes
Inhibit man's demise
Now we rise
We are the watchers of the sun
The outstretched hands you disregard
We've traveled worlds since times begun
Bow before the three pillars
(Manes inferius)
(Remota palia)
We'll hail their demise through the serpent's tongue
As they reach their pilgrimage
(Manet liberatus)
(Remota cacarem)
Their blinded lust for their god's embrace
They turn their backs and run