Empire

The Empire sits on the edge of a hill
 Born out of a gypsum mine
 Held at once 300 souls
 And none of them were mine
 Now they're just ghosts in the street
 Wandering a land that sleeps
 Once it was a lively place
 Now just tumbleweeds
 The houses they are silent
 Quiet as thieves
 Now they're just ghosts in the street
 Wandering a land that sleeps
 Oh, the miners calloused hands
 The women who planted the seed on the land
 Empire met its end
 Once you're gone you cannot go back
 The locks they have all froze
 The lid upon the coffin
 Now it has been closed
 Now they're just ghosts in the street
 Wandering a land that sleeps
 Oh the men who build the Empire
 Up from the ground
 Missed the cracks in the foundation
 One blow and it all falls down
 Now they're just ghosts in the street
 Wandering a land that sleeps
 Oh, the miners calloused hands
 The women who planted the seed on the land
 Empire met its end
 O, the miners calloused hands
 The women who planted the seed on the land
 Empire met its end
 Oh the Empire met its end
 Oh, the Empire
 Met its end