Ancient myths irradiate this lands

Amongst the ruins burnt by the sun

The sea leaps the shores

From where the legend comes

There were times when the knowledge risen

From obscurity and harshness

Reaped were the seeds of gold

Sprouted from a darkness thirsty of blood

Falling

Our construct is falling

Sinking

As the endless circle rotates

Now the sky is turning black

The ancient splendor, a pale recollection

The burden of time

Impressed in our veins