Pagan Reign Nemesis
Come, gaze stand in awe,
the majesty of Man made Stone.
Look up, as vaults arise;
to reach Heaven's gate they try,
but the grinding wrath of time will seek it's deadly toll.
And when dust you are,
yet the stone will stand.
See life fading,
before your very eyes.
Sooner or later,
everybody dies.
Life is transient at best,
It's just a hollow shade.
What is left when life is gone but temples of stone made?
So now you stand before the throne,
a single soul before the throne;
to live a life and to survive:
Take heart,
for life He wants alive.
