You've a trail to follow.
This was once the site of a great empire.
Made up of letters, signals and passion.
We built it only to set it on fire.
And in the flames it towered higher.
It staggered on, staggered on.
Toppled gods, mages, men
Beasts, ghouls, kings - but then
It fell - and that seemed wrong.
Dance, chrome boy.
You've friends to find.
There was no time to record,
Only time to live.
This was all we could afford,
I have nothing to give.
The guild a distant memory,
A fragment lost in space
But it took too much sweat and tears,
For my mind to displace.
Dance, chrome boy.
The spoor is growing cold.
Throw yourself into it.
A cold, disjointed time -
Spoils of war in heaps,
The slain all stand in line.
A friend who turned to foes,
A foe who was a friend,
And nobody could know,
How it was going to end.
Dance, chrome boy.
The mind's eye is weeping.
I wouldn't go back.
Could never go back.
We were younger, weaker
(stronger in attack)
We were led by a seeker,
Who found what he had needed.
The ashes milled around him,
As he burned, though we pleaded.
Dance, chrome boy.
You're an eulogy.
But you're free.
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