The Heart of Lorkhan is lost,
divinity fading,
I took leave of the world
as it's colourless.
Here I am, King of my Mind,
My realm holds the shape of life
As immortality dies, I will live
with the gears of my children.
Hidden beneath the walls of Old Ebonheart
The Forge of time is devouring the sands of the hourglass,
And I will keep wielding the hammer to sculpt the future
Even if my leaves are withered.
See me hanging, down in Clockwork City,
I'm weeping my silent song among the rust,
Find me hanging, down in Clockwork City
Alone
See me hanging, down in Clockwork City,
I'm weeping my silent song among the rust,
Find me hanging, down in Clockwork City
In Clockwork City
Sotha Sil, my friend, you've been gone so long,
embed in consoles, cables and copper,
Does the world need an absent god, do you need it's praise,
As immortality died, our divinity died,
Fellow god, as you turn to rust,
your seeds will grow everlasting love,
Arcane fool, still you put your effort into fabricant life
Don't you see, there's no more divinity, not in me, or in what you forced to be
But mine I will regain, when you finish your last whisper.
So the sword runs through my veins,
my flesh, my soul, but there's no pain.
Not a scream nor a whisper,
As my leaves wither.
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