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