In Times... - Archaios

From all these years behind

We ash ourselves for reason

Searching for the cure

Without having a vision

We dwell in lucid minds

But live our own asleep

Demanding our demise

For secrets that we need

Enthroned in darkness sight

We call out our desire

Of spirits left behind

And our fallen empire

And one more time once

We drink the holy fire

Rejoicing in the could

As we feel madness rise

The power in their words

Their smile pictured inside

Of ages we encore

We gather and revive

And all the years to come they vanish in a blink

And wisdom though our eyes is nothing but a dream

Soon we’ll leave behind all that’s ashes and dust

And many years from now we’ll still wander in the Cold