Spires Burn - Elder

You are the great betrayers

The wretches of the Earth

Hailing with the torches

As you watch your bridges burn

Perched upon the spires

Towers built of filth

Insipid your desires

Unbearable your guilt

Rise, I

Herald the coming of the age

When masters of the Earth

Become their captor’s slaves

We fed your weakened bodies

We kept you from the cold

Now you curse and spit upon me

Now your treacheries unfold

Empty path unwinding

A frozen deadened star

Closing up the circle

Returning what is ours

Rise, I

Herald the coming of the age

When masters of the Earth

Become their captor’s slaves

Rise

You, masters of the Earth

The ones who gave you life

Will watch your temples burn

Rise

You, masters of the Earth

The ones who gave you life

Watch your temples burn