Cavernous minds stacked back to back as far as the eye can see
The creation is left unguarded. Ignorance is bliss?
"Go on, take my hand! I'll show you treasures beyond this broken land."
Crumbling the statues stand. Unwanted, desolate
Underneath the surface, rising spawn of neglect
Where does this end? Where will this lead?
These barren realms, left to bleed.
What will they think when the storm comes sweeping down?
Will they still stand, hollow heads, befouled crowns?
Crumbling the statues stand
Within a truth conceiled
fed by decay, fed by fear
The dawn of judgement, the dusk of man
Born from neglect, a beast is rising
Given time to grow, covered in dust
Blinded they fled from the decay
Leaving it to take form covered in rust
"Go on, take my hand! I'll show you treasures beyond this broken land."
Up on pedestals formed by desertion, it rises
Too late to quench, damage done, embrace you end
Where does this end? Where will this lead?
These barren realms, left to bleed.
What will they think when the storm breaks their lands?
Will they still stand, hollow heads, empty hands?