Glorious stand the towers from which they watch over us Imperious men ordained by birthright Casting invidious gazes upon us, malignity from on high A scurrilous contempt for all those below In desolation we tread Through the gutters of their empire Degraded to the point of hopelessness Our bodies wracked with blight All the marvels of earth at their feet, yet their greed forever persists In the shadow of their opulence, we choke Choke on the debris of our shattered lives, as enmity ferments within us Immoderate retribution provoked Down, deeper and deeper we dredge Through the bedrock upon which their palaces stand Tremors shaking the structure Foundations begin to collapse In desperation we've tread Through the gutters of their empire Until we overcame our hopelessness Now we shall pass the blight The palaces lying in ruins The progeny of genocide arise Ascendant conclave assuming control Building their babel anew In mockery of the dethroned stand the towers Raised on the ashes of a world bygone Forgotten to time, scorned by risen Cadaverous age, spoken of with a cadence of shame In opulence, we grow decadent As the dethroned did in ages past Remorseless, the lessons of history lost Unending, the cycle of conquest and upheaval In desolation they've tread Through the gutters of our empire Degraded to the point of hopelessness Their bodies wracked with blight The towers crumbling around us now The enmity of ages unforgotten We see the mark of blight upon their forms Never will it subside