Out of the cradle, into a cold embrace A kingdom of ashes, a throne turned to dust State of oblivion, lingering on A view from the highground Gaze upon these barren lands Searching the path to carry on Spirals has torn the sky Unfruitful soil Neither man nor wilder beast To be seen Out of the cradle, into a cold embrace A kingdom of ashes, a throne turned to dust State of oblivion, lingering on The city a carcass, The winds blowing foul Through the domes, A withering graveyard Littered with bones, On and on The tragic unfolds