The Last of the Monuments

Enter the endless time Enter the never mind The sit and wait it will change This is the paradigm On the mend on the descent On a pilgrimage to the last of the monuments This is the end I see the sun go down for one final time This desert is alive And all the engines have died I see no reason to hide Though we should cease to speak My vision has blurred Legs have gone weak I fear I'm starting to repeat But we've come too far Too far to retreat Beyond the point of no return The point of defeat On bloody feet From here on out The thorns and the scorn of the earth unforgiving This is the sound of it breaking you down With a vengeance The stench of regression And in the end the flora reconquered Order restored a world reborn I've seen the blood I've smelled the rot of their self destruction We are the subjects We are the sword We are the last of the invading hordes