What desolate walls are these That rise up from the ruins Hymns to a forgotten age In centuries of strong sleep What sieges, storms, and fire Have they resisted in the deep Where lies the tomb of Gods Tongues of the Occident Their magic is hidden, in ruin and shame Resting, entombed within These ancient halls Thou too sail on, o' ship of fate Sail on, oh union, so strong and great Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years Humanity with all its deepest, darkest fears With all the hopes of future years Is hanging breathless on thy fate Is hanging breathless on thy fate Where lies the Gods of old Men and women who fell from grace The battle has sown another season On a haggard and defeated fate