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== Story Overview ==
 
== Story Overview ==
The surviving people of Earth beg for structure (religion?). You realize that to set yourself up as a god wouldn't save anyone. It would just repeat the cycle. Rather than trying to save this dead planet from further destruction you should just leave the survivors and find a new home.
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The surviving people of Earth beg you for structure (religion). You realize any power you have will not actually save anyone or create a Just City; it will just repeat the destructive cycle. Rather than trying to save this dead planet from further destruction you should just leave the survivors and find a new home. You finally lose hope for this world and look back to the stars.
   
 
== Story Details ==
 
== Story Details ==

Revision as of 15:03, 2 October 2017

Imperialus
Empyrean 215
Album Empyrean
Duration 3:10
Track Number 4
Preceded By:
3. Interregnum
Followed By:
5. Anathema


Story Overview

The surviving people of Earth beg you for structure (religion). You realize any power you have will not actually save anyone or create a Just City; it will just repeat the destructive cycle. Rather than trying to save this dead planet from further destruction you should just leave the survivors and find a new home. You finally lose hope for this world and look back to the stars.

Story Details

The Ashes of unrest
Do a dance under a cold sky
Fireflies
Made from our demise

Spoken by the Soldier of Earth, analogous to the name of the series [As Ashes turn to Dust].

Lyrics

The ashes of unrest do a dance under a cold sky
Fireflies, made from our demise

These shadow empires entombed
The ashes are all that's left of home
Pages of the skinned, carried off in the wind
Into a distant sky, to be spoken again

Screams of the flock
Cry out for design
This power of one
A savior to none

These shadow empires entombed
These ashes are all that's left of home
Pages of the skinned, carried off in the wind
Into a distant sky, to be spoken again

The skies open and paints a portrait with
no use of color
The ground reflects a world that has been
torn asunder
My home has been entombed under ashes
My only hope is to envision a new world