And now we see the fire.
The fall of our empire.
We thought our time had come,
Not knowing what had begun.

What is even left?
To take our last breathes?
Hoping for a sign.
A prayer for the divine.

And so we take down the wall.
The time has come to end it all.
If we had only heard the call.
Maybe we wouldn't have to fall.
Maybe we wouldn't have to fall.

Until the end.

And so we fight for one last sight.
The time has come to shatter the night.
If we push back we just might,
Hold on to hope and take back the light.

And now we see the fire.
The fall of an empire.
Now our time has come
To put a stop to what has begun.

Whatever is left,
We must fight with every breathe.
This is our sign,
To hell with waiting on the divine.

For it is that last sight.
Our victory bathed in morning light.
Forever an echo in the night.
Maybe we just might…