Half Of It Is Meaningless

Once Upon A Time

A new temple built
another age of men had passed
The reigning is over, no more waiting...
and nothing
you or me can do about it.
Hands that fit will be the first to be crushed

Of nations but none risen
Too many silences...
and ghosts.
Emotion from unnamed kind.
The Lord of Host of the Apocalypse's Pass.
No Rainbow this time,
no vows.
Uprise!