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Stone monoliths tumble down

Iconoclasm of the Ages

Millenia of History only remains in genes

Pantheons cast to the depths

Legacies burnt to a crisp

Genealogies lost forever

But the love endures

Casted out demonic legions

But my name will be forgotten

My ashes blown away

My relics long lost

But my works will pass the fire

And will live on in your genes

Alive within the subconscious mind

When your descendants dream

They'll hear my song

Art that depicts the end of the world is popular

Now that all hope seems so lost

But my faith remains unchanged until the last day

And I know that I'll see your face once again

Nothing I see remains

What is unseen will never change

Night

Night it fades away

Purged on the last day

With the memories

Devoid of a heir

Yet patriarch to many

Art that depicts the end of the world is popular

Now that all hope seems so lost

But my faith remains unchanged until the last day

And I know that I'll see your face once again