I stand atop a tower of old, where once surveyed a kingdom of gold,
People joked and people sang, they laughed, they loved, they cared,
No man was hungry, no man poor, strangers greeted with an open door,
Land of freedom, home of choice, paupers and nobles aired their voice.
In this land of stories told, virtuosity was not sold,
It came to people from their birth, until their soul returned to Earth,
No man was lost, no child scorned, and brides were by husbands adored,
To live amongst this holy land, was to hold the Goddess by the hand.

However peace was not to reign, like all other empires, the kingdom would fade,
Towers fell and warriors true, to the hands of those scarred anew,
Darkness flowed fast as the tide, no time for the children to hide,
They hurt, they broke, they ruined, they killed, and none could flee the dark blades chilled,
Chilled by hatred, chilled by malice, driven by the mighty avarice,
Freedom enslaved and Liberty bound, foundations of truth burnt to the ground,
Arrows flew and cannons fired, walls collapsed and armies tired,
Soldiers bold until the end, fell to the hand of that which they sought to defend.

I stand atop a tower of old, where once surveyed a kingdom of gold,
And shed a tear for innocence lost, integrity dead, all at the cost,
Of freedom life, love and hope, put to the sword, they couldn’t cope,
This eulogy and requiem, are all that is left in the end,
I long to revisit this land of art, which filled the hole in my heart,
But now my heart is frozen black, eternally I pray to go back,
I pray for angels to lift us up, and take us all back to the top
Until the very end of days, I plead forever for one last gaze.

I stand atop a tower of old, where once surveyed a kingdom of gold,
I weep atop a tower of old, no longer stands my kingdom of gold