The Fall

[Narrative Background Story]
The waning sphere, an eternal observer: from the pebbled homes, carved stones, mighty domes, to the horses and roses bringing forces of swords from contagious parole words gloriously blabbering about lords screaming world galore, beautifully gleam its perennial glaze for any ephemeral, fateful theater
[Interlude]
[Verse 1]
Footstep threads woven into silky road
Temples and taverns where stories are told
Colorful buzzers trade olives and gold
Give the city life for thousand years old
[Chorus]
The waning sphere observes it all
The rise, the fall, the city's thrall
A timeless tale, forever told
In shimmering light, and shadows cold
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
Prayer's ascending as a chanted grace
Wisdom and blessing are housed in one place
Then comes the evening, descending the light
Under the sparkling, soft glowing starlight
[Chorus]
The waning sphere observes it all
The rise, the fall, the city's thrall
A timeless tale, forever told
In shimmering light, and shadows cold
[Solo]
[Narrative Background Story]
Some fantasies about knowledge, prosperity, emotions, and progression might be real
Or that laughs, smiles, and joy bring happiness to the city
[Break]
It’s not
[Breakdown]
Now the city glows, like a night sunrise
Melancholic howls, shuddering the spines
Sanguineous choruses are crackling
Blasphemous opera is now playing
As the elegy of calamity has calmed
There's nothing forgotten
[Break]
No one will
[Ending]
The waning sphere observes it all
The rise, the fall, the city's thrall
A timeless tale, forever told
In shimmering light, and shadows cold
The waning sphere observes it all
The rise, the fall, the city's thrall
A timeless tale, forever told
In shimmering light, and shadows cold