Lyrics Imperialus - Mechina

The ashes of unrest do a dance under a cold sky
Fireflies, made from our demise
These shadow empires entombed
These ashes are all that′s left of home
Pages of the skinned, carried off in the wind
Into a distant sky, to be spoken again
Screams of the flock
Cry out for design
This power of one
A savior to none
These shadow empires entombed
These ashes are all that's left of home
Pages of the skinned, carried off in the wind
Into a distant sky, to be spoken again
The skies open and paints a portrait with no use of color
The ground reflects a world that has been torn asunder
My home has been entombed under ashes
My only hope is to envision a new world