[Intro: Carl Of The Bells]
Heave lads, ho lads
Forget the comfort of home, you're a nomad
We've lost so much since we first started
Are our hearts cold or are we cold-hearted?
So pray to your lord or your foreman
That the sun might rise in the mornin'
They told us hell was warm
But our empire fell for shelter from the storm
[Verse 1: The Stupendium]
Storm's coming, storm came, storm will come again
Tempest upon tempest 'til what's left to let the tundra claim?
Useless to dispute should you be hoping for somеone to blame
Hubris from the day thosе walls arose by any other name
We burned the very best of us to cast us into flame
And when the skies denied us we still marched on all the same
Through night and day we'd fight to stay alight against the ice's reign
And blindly claim the price we'd pay was worth what we became
We sacrificed and sacrificed and what have we to show?
A barren land of arid ice where not a seed will grow
When Mother Nature came for us, took Fahrenheit below
We sanctioned plights of matricide and blackened skies with smoke
We grafted our salvation, twisted iron into spires
Through disaster and starvation, bled her veins to light the fires
Each building block a tinderbox, how fitting it transpire
The ending of an empire be reduced to just the pyre
Heave lads, ho lads
Forget the comfort of home, you're a nomad
We've lost so much since we first started
Are our hearts cold or are we cold-hearted?
So pray to your lord or your foreman
That the sun might rise in the mornin'
They told us hell was warm
But our empire fell for shelter from the storm
[Verse 1: The Stupendium]
Storm's coming, storm came, storm will come again
Tempest upon tempest 'til what's left to let the tundra claim?
Useless to dispute should you be hoping for somеone to blame
Hubris from the day thosе walls arose by any other name
We burned the very best of us to cast us into flame
And when the skies denied us we still marched on all the same
Through night and day we'd fight to stay alight against the ice's reign
And blindly claim the price we'd pay was worth what we became
We sacrificed and sacrificed and what have we to show?
A barren land of arid ice where not a seed will grow
When Mother Nature came for us, took Fahrenheit below
We sanctioned plights of matricide and blackened skies with smoke
We grafted our salvation, twisted iron into spires
Through disaster and starvation, bled her veins to light the fires
Each building block a tinderbox, how fitting it transpire
The ending of an empire be reduced to just the pyre
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