This is the tide that never returns it sank itself into the sand
And the fool who never learns the difference between sea and land
Is a ship that goes nowhere except to settle year by year
To follow a sea that once was there with an eternal course to steer.
The treasures claimed in ancient fights by that cold smiling Empress
Crushed and carried off by sprites who left them scattered in the darkness
Whatever memories they may still have must be as rich as those old hoards
They carried, now they fill the rocky desert with their brittle boards.
The whole world moved and breathed back then in life and raging death
Towards this destination when it would draw its final breath
And they say it's all a cycle and it all comes back again
But by what miracle does the water climb back out the drain
So you face an empty city and a horizon as red
As the fires of eternity that left this world for dead
