we stood together and watched
we were there at the empire's fall
watched as its tattered battleflag fell to
the ashen earth of its conquered cities

the weary children
of the empire scavengers in the rubble
of its lofty towers
and its grand palaces beaten down to hovels

our glorious empire
turned to dust
and the great men whos stout hearts
became that of legend
and forged our beloved empire
have now all fallen
their mighty deeds now only ink on pages
gathering dust on forgotten shelves

wail in the cold night
cry out in this darkness overcome our once bright homes
the shadow of proud people now cower in the ruins
as the heavy boot of foreigner's oppression takes root

and as the fires of our swift downfall now wane
the bitter and the cold seep into
the hearts hearth and home
my young ones weep now for the future
three white carts bearing the misery's of sorrow
three black carriages bearing the plague
approach in utter silence