The Third Pillar

Hail their demise Hail their demise Manes inferius Remota palia Manet liberatus Remota cacarem The stars, will guide us through the dark Direct us, embark upon crusades of freedom The cries of men, that we now hear Enlighten, divinity concealed as treason To the horizons, we seek For righteousness at the peak The three pillars, they blind out the light Masquerades as the Icarus takes flight Through the forest and over the sea The sacrificial lives, there for all to see The wind, it blows and the path is shown We push this kingdom on Know that we strayed, beyond the lost enclaves The three pillars AWAIT We are the watchers of the sun The outstretched hands you disregard We've traveled worlds since times begun Now you stand before the three pillars (Manes inferius) (Remota palia) We'll hail their demise through the serpent's tongue As they reach their pilgrimage (Manet liberatus) (Remota cacarem) Their blinded lust for their god's embrace They turn their backs and fade The sea, it now starts to rise And now begins the demise The city we love is now lost And now we hold our offerings aloft A sense of purpose now, is it too late? Their backs are turned, are we to blame? We stand alone where the gods once stood The fall of Atlantis and the brotherhood Break the shackles that once remained The three pillars AWAIT We are the watchers of the sun The outstretched hands you disregard We've traveled worlds since times begun As we stand before the three pillars As mountains crumble into the sea As the tides will rise As the ferry master awaits And lights the path to the gate The serpent will heed our call At the three pillars Raise us Raise us From the depths below The compass guides us home Under the blackened skies Open up your eyes Inhibit man's demise Now we rise We are the watchers of the sun The outstretched hands you disregard We've traveled worlds since times begun Bow before the three pillars (Manes inferius) (Remota palia) We'll hail their demise through the serpent's tongue As they reach their pilgrimage (Manet liberatus) (Remota cacarem) Their blinded lust for their god's embrace They turn their backs and run