Stone monoliths tumble down
Iconoclasm of the Ages
Millenia of History only remains in genes
Pantheons cast to the depths
Legacies burnt to a crisp
Genealogies lost forever
But the love endures
Casted out demonic legions
But my name will be forgotten
My ashes blown away
My relics long lost
But my works will pass the fire
And will live on in your genes
Alive within the subconscious mind
When your descendants dream
They'll hear my song
Art that depicts the end of the world is popular
Now that all hope seems so lost
But my faith remains unchanged until the last day
And I know that I'll see your face once again
Nothing I see remains
What is unseen will never change
Night
Night it fades away
Purged on the last day
With the memories
Devoid of a heir
Yet patriarch to many
Art that depicts the end of the world is popular
Now that all hope seems so lost
But my faith remains unchanged until the last day
And I know that I'll see your face once again