THE EMPIRE SHALL FALL LYRICS

1. The Genesis Of These Scars

Just outside my window the clouds drift by the sky cut with beauty and death left in this bed.
Mourn my life!

At night my breath turns to ash.
My lips crack from the cold and dry air.
Each morning I stare covered in the dust of rebirth.

Surrounded by these walls this coffin of a bed thoughts intrude me anxiously revolving questions:
Where do I go from here? How do I start to lick these wounds?

When time stood still as I look back the fear overtakes me.
These scars burn to the surface.
Soulless is my name!

Burnt by the sun, my flesh returns to dust.
This morning bled in my eyes and I feel my body rise.

I see with my own eyes in anticipation of what my next movement would be in this twisted road of redemption.

Born from scars (I the soulless).
I the soulless!
Born from pain (I the soulless) to live again!
Crawl from darkness burned in light
I forge my path until I awaken my soul.
This road I walk alone.

2. Dubrise

[Instrumental]

3. Narrow, The Path I Walk Part I

[Instrumental]

4. Narrow, The Path I Walk Part II

I forge the path that I walk, alone with my back to the doors of my prison; an open road that seems endless before me and I found that each day that I stop the revolving world and inspect the framework of my thoughts and motivations that inspire movement.

Each step taken as I breathe deep.
Each sight and sound entices and taunts me.
The fear rises up inside of me.
Panic!
I cannot run or make undone the past; these moments; the words that were spoken.
Each step now heavy; burdened; but I choose to...

Dance with the dead and with the spirit of freedom burning within.
We must.
Dance with the dead and it's the lessons that lead us inspire our strength.

Embraced in white noise in a coma-like sleep as the world around me moves in its twists and its turns.
As I seem to float along in spirit; in flesh above and below connected with the pain.

This Narrow path I walk alone leads me to cities filled with souls.
Lost in the tempest empty ambition fills the streets.
Suppressed deception like the cracks in the foundations of buildings

Shadow meets light like waves crashing and receding each day.
As time passes I feel the breathing of crowded streets.

Dance with the dead. This life without breath.
There's no time for amends this epitaph I send.

Dance with the dead and with the spirit of freedom burning within we must.
Dance with the dead and its the lessons that lead us and inspire our strength.

The earth is cracked.
The water rises and I could hear them scream choking then there was silence of the dead.

5. As The City Sleeps

Weary footsteps lead me to sleep the sleep of release
I bore witness to the tragedy
War-torn storm surge
Flood waters; waves of death visions of bodies drifting hysteria fills the eyes of these streets and I fade into slumber.

In the hopes that I forget a fragment more of memory's ball and chain.
Thoughts of, "Was I part of the reason we are all in disarray?"
"Is there blood on my hands cursed by mistakes?".
After a sleepless night I wander these desperate early morning streets.
Street corner poet preaching her figures and features reaching raise like a beacon saying, "We're forsaken, but not broken!"
Then I heard her sing:
"Mother, your children are dying as the city sleeps!
Mother, your people are starving tonight!"
"Mother, your children are dying as the city sleeps!
Mother, your people are drowning in your apathy!"

Despair has a face familiar to the city's pace.
You can see it in their eyes I have come to know the price of neglected hearts.
A daily reminder to ponder with every single breath we take.
The suffering remains.
There's people filled with hate.
How long must we maintain?!.
The cities war-torn face cradles the wounded, pleading for rescue.

Replace the city streets with blood and debris.
Drag the waters for broken homes.
Featureless landscapes;
This is true devastation!
This is true devastation!
And their protest voices raise over explosions, pleading:

"Mother, your children are dying as the city sleeps!
Mother, your people are starving tonight!
"Mother, your children are dying as the city sleeps!
Mother, your people are drowning in your apathy!"

6. The Martyr's Song

[Instrumental]

7. The First Redemption

A feeling in my bones time cannot withhold the scars or the spark to change the path we walk upon.

These tragedies these wars shape us and strengthen our insight.
The light that burns inside our minds.
Through trials and tribulations learning time may not make things right.
Recite.
These words come from inside.

No one can take your dignity and pride so hold it deep inside.
No one can change mistakes we've made in life so ease your mind.

Surrendering; release your fears.
Let it go.
Let it fall into the undertow.
Let it go.

Looking back I see something kept me from falling; saved my life.
In time I see through different eyes.
Strength returning to their faces my people fight to stay alive.
This life held close inside our minds.

No one can take your dignity and pride so hold it deep inside.
No one can change mistakes we made in life so ease your mind.

The torrent; the storm rains down its wrath and strive.
Spirits hold fast raised from the ashes.
Our voice echoes the story and the martyr's song.
Strike us down, but we won't be broken.

We overcome tribulation.
Find the eye of the storm.
Stand amidst fear and chaos.
We persevere!

No one can take your dignity and pride so hold it deep inside.
No one can change mistakes we made in life so ease your mind.

Cut down from sorrow's noose I blood let my regrets.
Withstand the persecution I kneel down in the light of redemption in the knowledge that I can change my voice resounding in the wind.
In the dawn of tomorrow's birth

[Spoken:]
And there we stood watching the flames die and drift up as vapor.
The wounded draw slow to their feet in renewed strength.
That there was a hope that never faded and never left the depths of our hearts.
Mankind would rebuild its spirit our story and we would be the legend the catalyst for a new generation.
The words, remembered carved into the stones that were raised I was once bitter a hopeless man bathed in despair and from the edge of death I was raised to walk amongst the living.
My life, a legacy to the life I leave behind and to the re-birth of my people.







THE EMPIRE SHALL FALL LYRICS