The End of the Empire - Helioss, Nicolas Müller

Everything falls!

In the blackest night, in the moonless dark

Everything burns!

In an endless terror without stars

The walls are tainted with blood

The bricks have become red

Rivers of corpses, oceans of guts

A devouring blaze, never replete

This is the end of the empire

On the top of the verdant hill

A great fire roars to the sky

As the old temple collapses

This is the end of the empire

Our glorious gods and fiery priests

Now lies down in misery

Amongst ruins, ashes and dust

«I see the rage of the divine

I hear the scream, the wrath and the flame

I feel the empty eyes of the beast

Staring at me, crawling towards us

Did you not dream of a burning field?

Of scorching winds carrying the smell of death?

Have you not see the worms eating up the flesh

Of our very inner faith?"

Everything falls!

In the blackest night, in the moonless dark

Everything burns!

In an endless terror without stars

Foaming beasts, war machines

One thousand blades through our skin

A putrid army of rotting slaves

Like a putrescent plague of steel

One by one

Brick by brick

One by one

One by one

Brick by brick

One by one

This is the end of the empire

On the top of the verdant hill

A great fire roars to the sky

As the old temple collapses

This is the end of the empire

Our glorious gods and fiery priests

Now lies down in misery

Amongst ruins, ashes and dust

The gods are gone!

The gods are gone!

Deserted skies

The gods are dead!

The gods are dead!

Forsaken men

…And as the mortals wander in the ashes of the broken ones

The silence once again deafen the mourners in the citadel

This is the end of the empire

On the top of the verdant hill

A great fire roars to the sky

As the old temple collapses

This is the end of the empire

Our glorious gods and fiery priests

Now lies down in misery

Amongst ruins, ashes and dust