The Endless Circle

Ancient myths irradiate this lands
Amongst the ruins burnt by the sun
The sea leaps the shores
From where the legend comes

There were times when the knowledge risen
From obscurity and harshness
Reaped were the seeds of gold
Sprouted from a darkness thirsty of blood

Falling
Our construct is falling
Sinking
As the endless circle rotates

Now the sky is turning black
The ancient splendor, a pale recollection
The burden of time
Impressed in our veins