What desolate walls are these
That rise up from the ruins
Hymns to a forgotten age
In centuries of strong sleep
What sieges, storms, and fire
Have they resisted in the deep

Where lies the tomb of Gods
Tongues of the Occident
Their magic is hidden, in ruin and shame
Resting, entombed within these ancient halls

Thou too sail on, o' ship of fate
Sail on, oh union, so strong and great
Humanity with all its fears
With all the hopes of future years

Humanity with all its deepest, darkest fears
With all the hopes of future years
Is hanging breathless on thy fate
Is hanging breathless on thy fate

Where lies the Gods of old
Men and women who fell from grace
The battle has sown another season
On a haggard and defeated fate