this place holds within its 
walls a profane legacy its sickening 
my soul a monument to darker ages 
behold two thousand years we burn the memory. 
twas such a beautiful site 
the flames wrought 
tears from my eyes 
to the beating of my dreadful heart peering 
into the dark to the dungeons of her hope. 
thine is this portion of 
my flesh will you wreak 
your sorrow on me forevermore 
on this sombre starless night you've 
wandered from the safety 
of thy nightly shores. 
from the cold tombs heart 
the spectre washes 
away we overturn the graves of gods who told lies. 
i feel as if time has fallen deathly 
still my passions my sorrows mere 
memories of a life past but [bad word] 
to far to just walk away 
from my empire the ashes from 
the fire still litter the earth 
in my wake an infinite sadness 
towards finite endings 
blessings from below curses to the above.