Flint sparks hit the frozen clay
Old tribes chase the light of day
Hollow caves and painted walls
Winter wind through valley calls
Epoch of iron and gold
Stories the monuments hold
Sands of the empire spin
Where the new ages begin
Bronze shields clash in desert heat
Marching drums and rhythmic beat
Pharaohs build a limestone tower
Counting every passing hour
Epoch of iron and gold
Stories the monuments hold
Sands of the empire spin
Where the new ages begin
Scribes write laws on heavy reed
Sowing every future seed
Marble halls and gated doors
Warfare on the distant shores
One hand touches cold white glass
Watching all the centuries pass
Copper turns to polished chrome
Searching for a place called home
Steam pipes hiss in city haze
Iron rails in tangled maze
Gears that turn a heavy wheel
World of soot and blackened steel
Epoch of iron and gold
Stories the monuments hold
Sands of the empire spin
Where the new ages begin
Neon grids and silicon
Until the final spark is gone
Satellites in velvet night
Burning with a lonely light
Epoch of iron and gold
Stories the monuments hold
Sands of the empire spin
Where the new ages begin
Sands of the empire spin.
The new ages begin.
