Takitum Tootem (Trance) - The Ruins Of Beverast

Thrones, as far as the eye can reach, thrones

Rotting ungarnished, an unsavoury patina

As if it was given a genuine voice

In a strident elegy for the shame of Kings

Bones, a landscape of bones

Here, at the junction of old roads, old dust raised

Welcome our Kings in their iron chariots

Acclaim them in humility, and form a guard of honour

Skeletons of the underbrush

Beasts of the mountains

Ghosts of the sea

Bury your hearts in obedient silence!

Pride devours pride

King devours king

Dynasties of miserable sleep

Finally haunted by animal eyes

Finally fallen!

Here, at the very end of all bacchanal frenzy

Behold our Kings — naked, ashamed, abased

Hubris!

Hubris!

Hubris!

No nightmare left undreamt

Hubris!

Hubris!

Hubris!