Byzantium Lyrics

Painted Greeks and soldiers
On the edge of time,
Melting in the rain.

Whores and philosophers,
Lonely ruders,
cold Bosphorean wind blows
the dying night.

Themistius, writer,
Consult, pagan
High librarian.
Witness of countless
fake emperors,
Cursed to save as much as I can
Before dawn.

I see it coming:
A new age
I didn't call,
Nor asked for,

All is vain,
Every book carries

A destiny
Of pain.

Still I'll try,
I cannot stop.
Like this rain,
Drop by drop.

Meaningless stars
Move around.
carry Rome
what will come.

Lucifer
Has raised
Nεa Pωμη
don't be 'fraid.