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And the gods looked down, and they sighed |
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And the gods looked down, and wondered why |
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That like the flowers we bloom and die |
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That however strong our arms, we let our hands be tied |
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That we build great walls, but for our sins |
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We open up the gates and let the assassins in |
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And the gods looked down, and they sighed |
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And the gods looked down, and they cried |
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For the ruins that once stood tall |
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For we slaves who once ruled all |
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For a goddess who now lies still |
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For a civilization that's now an anthill |
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And the gods looked down, and they sighed |
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And the gods looked down, and they died |
