Empyrean Halls Lyrics

Under the same sun
A morgue of former gods
Man is long since gone
And in the wake
Of his decay
What will remain
Of worth
In the palm of your hand?

Under the same regime
This insentient rotating machine
And in the wake
What will remain
In the palm of your hand
But ropes of sand

A final march
To the beat of death
On a dark endless path
Through empyrean halls
Into deliverance
Through the veil of night
Into deliverance

Deliverance
Deliverance