CHORUS

Parodos

Across the Empire lies a great road.

Soldiers, silk, jade and gold,

The Empire feeds the world by hand

A half-tamed beast, a god of land

In the west they covet gold

In the south, magics old

In the north there is a war

A caged bird there yearns to soar

Underneath a god of sky

Two lovers meet, before they die

Southern magic, western zeal

They face death standing, too proud to kneel

A daughter cursed, forced to roam

The other dead, far from home

A covenant broken, a hungry god

In bloody footprints their path is trod