Stone walls hold a heavy weight.
Iron keys unlock the gate.
Hedge rows hide the muddy track.
Ancient banners drifting back.
Build a wall and watch it fall.
Answer to the empire call.
Sands of gold and winter grey.
Turning night into the day.
Copper coins in open palms.
Singing low the olden psalms.
Wooden ships on salted foam.
Bringing tired sailors home.
Build a wall and watch it fall.
Answer to the empire call.
Sands of gold and winter grey.
Turning night into the day.
Steam and oil in blackened air.
Heavy crowns for kings to wear.
Glass and steel begin to rise.
Smoke is masking out the skies.
One touch on a frozen hand.
Small sparks in a barren land.
A breath in the winter chill.
The turning of the wheel is still.
Digital glow on empty screens.
Ghostly hum of cold machines.
Satellites in orbit flight.
Cutting through the velvet night.
Build a wall and watch it fall.
Answer to the empire call.
Sands of gold and winter grey.
Turning night into the day.
Quiet fields where armies slept.
Promises the soil kept.
Now the rust eats through the beam.
Waking from a metal dream.
Build a wall and watch it fall.
Answer to the empire call.
Sands of gold and winter grey.
Turning night into the day.
Sands of gold.
Winter grey.
Epoch ground.
