Beyond the irony and deception of this weak and betrayer earth, to those who cry and fear and offend the immortality of their throne stands tall...mighty vortex of wisdom in their dark eyes, the power of decades of anger and strength, they were the first and they will be the last... upon the horizon, in the heart of the only world, the ruins are the roots of the future they see the ancient things with new eyes the bridge of light, the world of the dead, the lord sun, the legacy of the majesty and glory Even the gold can melt and the jewels can be broken also the flowers wither but against the centuries we will stand... they were the first and they will be the last the ascension of majestic ruins...