We will carve our names in heavy stone A silent empire standing on its own There’s one We will raise our towers to the sky To watch the lesser worlds go by That’s two We will flood the streets with silver light And march under the banners of the night There’s three We will drink the power from the sun And claim the final war has been won Count four If the horizon is all you see Nothing ever will set you free In the search for an endless reign Your brightest spark will cause the pain We’ll lock the gates and seal the wall Close off the world that’s bound to fall Now five We’ll yield the keys of rule and grace And have a master take his place Enter six If the horizon is all you see Nothing ever will set you free In the search for an endless reign Your brightest spark will cause the pain If the horizon is all you see Nothing ever will set you free In the search for an endless reign Your brightest spark will cause the pain The empire falls into a quiet sleep Promises were made that we could not keep Meet seven
