Legend maker, can you hear the chilling whisper of apathy?
Too careless to count your own, will you lie down once you’ve buried your bone?
Memories waste away in mind of great sophistication.
The great emancipation desecrates its throne of high held Glory, here lies the end of your story.
Legend maker, can you hear the chilling whisper of apathy?
Long forgotten is your existence, all monuments face the coming ruin.