Fallen are the mighty,
defenders of the meek.
Defeated are the knightly,
protectors of the weak.

Heroes, so valiant so brave,
collapsed from fear, chased to their grave.
Hearts once pure, full of life,
now darkened by greed and strife.

Here lay the kings without a crown,
fatigued, no longer renowned.
By our burdens, crumpled,
weary from the cries of our troubles.

The weight of our sins, we now own
The toll of our crimes, we must atone.
Atlas has fallen from his throne.
We are alone.