Where's the general to give the orders and the hope to keep alive?
Where's the drive so overpowering, the desire to survive?
Where's the horizon in the distance getting closer everyday?
Where's the mighty flag a-waving, and the people it portrays?
Lost those who follow empty, meaningless deceitful lies
They hear no value, see no reality, feel no fright in painful eyes
The silence of the silver night seared clean through by the dying words
The shadows seem to follow and the gath'ring flock of birds
An ominous sign no doubt of the evil creeping storm
So lost are they that there is no one left to warn
The people of the village cry in terror and defeat
As the ruins of an empire fall in pieces at their feet