Ancient Shadows, Modern Storm

Stone pillars crumble in the silent night

Echoes of thunder break into the light

Ashes of empires scattered on the ground

A thousand years of loss without a sound

We walk the remains of dreams

Haunted by what history means

World, are you listening now?

Hear the ancient shadows howl

From the cradle to the storm

We are scarred and reborn

Poems written in blood and stone

In the dark, we call this home

Clockwork cities pulse in neon veins

Progress devours what little hope remains

Crying prophets rise beneath rusted moons

Chanting forgotten hymns for impending doom

We walk the remains of dreams

Haunted by what history means

World, are you listening now?

Hear the ancient shadows howl

From the cradle to the storm

We are scarred and reborn

Poems written in blood and stone

In the dark, we call this home

Eternal conflict, fire and frost, fate has a price we're counting the cost

Beneath the ruins, new voices ring, out of the night, a future we sing

Rise from the dust, embrace the fear, carry the wisdom and wipe the tear

World, are you listening now?

Hear the ancient shadows howl

From the cradle to the storm

We are scarred and reborn

Poems written in blood and stone

In the dark, we call this homeModern ancient, torn and true,

The world survives—so must you