The Arch of Centuries

Songtext

[Verse 1] The marble floor is cold beneath the weight of heavy steps The empire stretches wide across the maps of dried-up ink A single lantern flickers in the hall of painted dust Where golden masks are gathering to watch the winter turn [Chorus] Oh, the forum gates are closing on the silence of the day While eagles watch the turning tide from cliffs of jagged stone The iron will of history is etched in every wall Beneath the arch of centuries, the stories start to fall [Verse 2] A baker kneads the dough beside a fountain made of lead The merchants trade in silver coin for baskets of the vine Across the hills of Seven, where the restless horses graze The sun retreats behind the pines to end the long-worn days [Chorus] Oh, the forum gates are closing on the silence of the day While eagles watch the turning tide from cliffs of jagged stone The iron will of history is etched in every wall Beneath the arch of centuries, the stories start to fall [Outro] The Tiber winds its quiet path through ruins of the pride Where time is just a vessel floating down the restless tide