No More Worlds to Conquer

When he saw there were no more worlds to conquer Head in hands, he began to weep For he was master of the seven wonders Every victory complete His eyes drawn to the horizon Young lieutenants by his side Nothing left, but to ride on Toward the dying of the light The telling of his fame The chanting of his name Was breaking him apart Because it did not fill the emptiness in his heart At one with the heat and dust His shield has lost its bright gleam And those who follow no longer trust That he's the man he once had been The telling of his fame The chanting of his name Was breaking him apart Because it did not fill the emptiness in his heart It did not fill the emptiness in his heart