In time of the lords
The fruit was ripening
Reaping their rewards
Time was left crying

Their children sent to die
For an unreachable dream
They looked to the dark sky
Spirits protested with screams

The darkness fell
Lasting glory they seek
Where the lovers well
The glorious gods weep

On mortal hands
Where the fate lays
With unwritten plans
They fought and slay

Turning the dream into desire
Everything was torn asunder
They gather by the deadly fire
Sky pleaded with breaking thunder

Time is but nigh spent
Victories being won in wars
This is what heaven has sent
In the time of the lords