Time changes
while we forge our fate
passing the gates 

We set fire
betrayed our past
in the Illusion that nothing will last 

See, the night is alight
with our stateless flames
we killed our gods
buried their names 

Thousands of years
filled up our lore
while we're marching through
the gates of nevermore 

heir to the crown roams all alone
the blade of enlightment banished the shades
lost in a maze, in a dreamless embrace
oblivion – the tomb of our three fates 

All glittering wonders are finally shrouded
lying wasted under a brocken spell
our gods at the sky only fire and rock
all beauty must die – [bad word] to [bad word]