Empire - Della Mae

Empire sits on the edge of a hill

Born out of a gypsum mine

Held at once 300 souls

And none of them were mine

Now they’re just ghosts in the streets

Wandering a land that sleeps

Once it was a lively place

Now just tumbleweeds

The houses they are silent

Quiet as thieves

Now they’re just ghosts in the streets

Wandering a land that sleeps

The miners callused hands

The women who planted seed on the land

Empire met its end

Once you’re gone you can’t go back

The locks they have all froze

The lid upon the coffin

Now it has been closed

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Now they’re just ghosts in the streets

Wandering a land that sleeps

The men who built the Empire

Up from the ground

Missed the cracks in the foundation

One blow and it all falls down

The miners callused hands

The women who planted seed on the land

Empire met its end