Inheritance - Aeon

Forever chaos rule

All lives, all suns, all worlds

All depths, all skies will fall

Fools you think you’re safe

In your world of light

But you are like dust

In a hurricane

Your world was raised by them

Made by dreams of the gods

And your empty lives

Is only a fools work

The work of the week are what you are made of

Soon they will wake up the bringers of chaos

No God or man can withstand their will

Soon they will wake up your world will be dead

In your veins runs the blood

Of a prince of the Gods

So in many ways

You are spawned from chaos

You will always be

An heir of the week

As long as your world will stay alive

The work of the week are what you are made of

Soon they will wake up the bringers of chaos

No God or man can withstand their will

Soon they will wake up your world will be dead

Raised from chaos

Soon to be chaos again

A dream of the Gods

Soon to awake

Fragile lives

Soon to be dead

Made by the week

Soon to be dead

Fools you think you’re safe

In your world of light

But you are like dust

In a hurricane

Your world was raised by them

Made by dreams of the gods

And your empty lives

Is only a fools work

The work of the week are what you are made of

Soon they will wake up the bringers of chaos

No God or man can withstand their will

Soon they will wake up your world will be dead