One star hangs low upon the horizon Painting endless fields with colors of dead constellations Far below us, slumbering monuments of torture and deprivation From cities built upon your world of tears One path One moment One path One fall Our star fades out below the horizon These endless nights awaken lifeless monuments Anguished, scorned and suffering The circuitry of man, frozen beyond time Our path Our moments Our path Our fall from grace Stillborn kingdom Stillborn kingdom remnants