The Lyres of Byzantium

Album: Dominion of Ashes

Marble halls lie empty, echoes swallowed by the flame
Golden domes in ashes, no voices left to name
Lyres once resounding now lie broken in the dust
Strings unraveled, silence reigns, and memory turns to rust

Hear the lyres of Byzantium, silenced by the sword
Songs of wisdom scattered, lost to fire’s accord
The poets’ words are whispers, drowned in shadows grim
No one left to sing again the lyres of Byzantium

Mosaics shattered, saints erased, the glass no longer glows
The river carries fragments where forgotten music flows
Once the city’s heart was beating with a thousand sacred hymns
Now the pulse is only thunder, as the light of culture dims

Hear the lyres of Byzantium, silenced by the sword
Songs of wisdom scattered, lost to fire’s accord
The poets’ words are whispers, drowned in shadows grim
No one left to sing again the lyres of Byzantium

But even through the silence, a thunder starts to rise
The broken strings remember, their song will not disguise
A chorus born from shadows, defiant and alive
The lyres call eternal, their spirit will survive

What empire stands eternal when its beauty lies unguarded?
What power fears the song that truth and love imparted?
Yet the ruins still remember, though the voices fade away
The lyres broken, silent, mourn the price of yesterday

Hear the lyres of Byzantium, silenced by the sword
Songs of wisdom scattered, lost to fire’s accord
In shadows they are waiting, where time grows ever dim
Forever they are weeping — the lyres of Byzantium