Through wind swept halls of ruined stone, the long forgotten echoes roam. To remind us yet of forgotten scenes; memories of our victories.
And through time uncharted, almost empty void; flies the "space ship" Earth, now devoid; of all life that once enjoyed, the blessings of the works employed.
By our Fathers, long ago, in their majesty were enthroned; In structures reaching for the sky, stretching...creeping...ever neigh. But what is blest is often cursed, and those that last were seldom first. For awakened from a deep dark sleep, a warring giant took Earth to keep.
In a cage of twisted lies now stay, the descendents from the Mortal days. Those not lucky enough to spend, their remaining time with Christen.