Vacant heaven above us, dead valleys below
They've left us to fight for their bounty
To claim it their own

Burden of Empire
Theatre of war for our souls

No daemons surround us, a wasteland below
The seal was broken, the Riders were beaten
Now the future's our own

Burden of Empire
Theatre of war for our souls
Domain beyond measure
For the suffering man

It's not what we're made for
The gods grew insane
All we'll inherit is a fortune of pain

True wealth for no one, all laid to waste by the Lamb
There's war in heaven and the Earth will remain
As is was before the Judgement began
The Supremes will have nothing left to take

Chained for all time, in different realms you'll relive
Forced to exist then devoured again, you're only dream
Becomes the gift of an end