Hollowed Ground - Babylon Fading

(Verse 1)
In the shadows of a crumbling throne,
Where the echoes of a war-scarred past have grown,
Mighty towers razed to dust,
Once a beacon, now reduced to rust.
Flames of passion, now just embers' breath,
A chaotic dance with the specter of death.
Screams of glory haunt the midnight air,
As the city weeps, does anyone care?

(Chorus)
Babylon fading, in the grip of despair,
Time’s relentless tide, swallowing all that was rare.
Agony reigns where the banners once flew,
In the heart of the chaos, we’re lost and untrue.

(Verse 2)
Sands of time slip through skeletal hands,
Empires built on blood, now mere grains on the lands.
The wails of the fallen, a symphony of pain,
Once a golden cradle, now a darkened chain.
Rivers of fire carve the path of the lost,
Fractured dreams float like a specter’s ghost.
The crown of thorns worn by kings in their plight,
Drowned in their lust, they forsake the light.

(Chorus)
Babylon fading, in the grip of despair,
Time’s relentless tide, swallowing all that was rare.
Agony reigns where the banners once flew,
In the heart of the chaos, we’re lost and untrue.

(Bridge)
Hear the sirens of sorrow, calling from the abyss,
A requiem of shadows in the void of the bliss.
Veins of the earth bleed the colors of strife,
In the ruins of glory, we barter our life.
Chained to the ruins, we dance with our fate,
As the clock ticks on, it grows ever late.

(Solo)

(Verse 3)
Winds of change howl through the bloodstained streets,
Memories linger like bittersweet defeats.
A kingdom once proud, now a whisper of dread,
The tales of its heroes, now legends long dead.
Flickering flames that once lit the night,
Now flicker and fade, consumed by the blight.
In this desolate wasteland, we search for a sign,
Only the echoes of a lost love’s design.

(Chorus)
Babylon fading, in the grip of despair,
Time’s relentless tide, swallowing all that was rare.
Agony reigns where the banners once flew,
In the heart of the chaos, we’re lost and untrue.

(Outro)
As the night swallows all in its cold embrace,
We stand at the edge, in the ruins we trace.
Babylon fading, a monument to pain,
In the ashes of glory, we’re shackled, we’re chained.
With the heart of the empire turned to stone,
We grasp for the flames, but we’re left all alone.

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