Burden of Empire - Iron Age

Vacant heaven above us, dead valleys below

They’ve left us to fight for their bounty

To claim it their own

Burden of Empire

Theatre of war for our souls

No daemons surround us, a wasteland below

The seal was broken, the Riders were beaten

Now the future’s our own

Burden of Empire

Theatre of war for our souls

Domain beyond measure

For the suffering man

It’s not what we’re made for

The gods grew insane

All we’ll inherit is a fortune of pain

True wealth for no one, all laid to waste by the Lamb

There’s war in heaven and the Earth will remain

As is was before the Judgement began

The Supremes will have nothing left to take

Chained for all time, in different realms you’ll relive

Forced to exist then devoured again, you’re only dream

Becomes the gift of an end

The Burden of Empire