The Third Pillar

Hail their demise
 Hail their demise
 Manes inferius
 Remota palia
 Manet liberatus
 Remota cacarem
 The stars, will guide us through the dark
 Direct us, embark upon crusades of freedom
 The cries of men, that we now hear
 Enlighten, divinity concealed as treason
 To the horizons, we seek
 For righteousness at the peak
 The three pillars, they blind out the light
 Masquerades as the Icarus takes flight
 Through the forest and over the sea
 The sacrificial lives, there for all to see
 The wind, it blows and the path is shown
 We push this kingdom on
 Know that we strayed, beyond the lost enclaves
 The three pillars
 AWAIT
 We are the watchers of the sun
 The outstretched hands you disregard
 We've traveled worlds since times begun
 Now you stand before the three pillars
 (Manes inferius)
 (Remota palia)
 We'll hail their demise through the serpent's tongue
 As they reach their pilgrimage
 (Manet liberatus)
 (Remota cacarem)
 Their blinded lust for their god's embrace
 They turn their backs and fade
 The sea, it now starts to rise
 And now begins the demise
 The city we love is now lost
 And now we hold our offerings aloft
 A sense of purpose now, is it too late?
 Their backs are turned, are we to blame?
 We stand alone where the gods once stood
 The fall of Atlantis and the brotherhood
 Break the shackles that once remained
 The three pillars
 AWAIT
 We are the watchers of the sun
 The outstretched hands you disregard
 We've traveled worlds since times begun
 As we stand before the three pillars
 As mountains crumble into the sea
 As the tides will rise
 As the ferry master awaits
 And lights the path to the gate
 The serpent will heed our call
 At the three pillars
 Raise us
 Raise us
 From the depths below
 The compass guides us home
 Under the blackened skies
 Open up your eyes
 Inhibit man's demise
 Now we rise
 We are the watchers of the sun
 The outstretched hands you disregard
 We've traveled worlds since times begun
 Bow before the three pillars
 (Manes inferius)
 (Remota palia)
 We'll hail their demise through the serpent's tongue
 As they reach their pilgrimage
 (Manet liberatus)
 (Remota cacarem)
 Their blinded lust for their god's embrace
 They turn their backs and run