As gold turns into brown, the autumn of an era
Our clarion Harps fall silent – Twelve Stars are stained in blood
The graves of Mare Nostrum, Mother Europe trembling
And nameless ghosts of guilt haunt sanctuaries forlorn
In this era of confusion tradition's saferope is cut
All thrones in earth and heaven – devoured by Mammon's wrath
An old enemy stirs discord. dark rumours from the frontlines
False prophets spread his gospel, evoking Empire's end
Empires rise, empires fall
Conquering kings sleep in timeless halls
Freedom and Glory, corruption at last
Ever westward the course of empire takes its eternal way
And how shall we comfort ourselves
The murderers of all murderers?
The noble, true and holy – we bled it with our knives
Who'll wipe this blood off our hands now?
Which Arthur will rise to defend us?
No sacred king can lead us, as nothing sacred's left alive
And now our future's over, secular void unfolds
Arcadian memories haunt us as discord's taking hold
The lands beneath the evening, in fire, blood and hate
The drums of pictdom summon us back to the savage state
Empires rise, empires fall
Conquering kings, the White Goddess calls
Freedom and Glory, desolation at last
Ever westward the course of empire takes its eternal way
Empires rise and Empires fall
The moral of all human tales
Cities shall crumble and all towers will break
Under the triumphant fist of time
Yet from the ruins a flower will spring
The laurel wreath of future kings
Titans march onward in perpetual strife
New kingdoms arise in their wake
Empires rise and Empires fall
The moral of all human tales
Titans march onward in perpetual strife
New kingdoms arise in their wake
Children of Europe, Daughters of Eden
Defiant, unbroken and free
Raise proudly the torch of Enlightenment's triumph
The great wars are yet to come
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