Emperor Nemo looks out, through the huge panoramawindow, at the Eidolon skyline.
Vast metal structures looms as long as the eye can see.
At this hour the flashing neon signs can clearly bee seen,
and a few repulsorlift crafts scurries about.
In the horizon Eidolons large spaceport rise like a monster made of metal and concrete.
The huge man frown, as he pace the room, occasionally looking out the window.
His power is immense, yet incomplete.
All around
This power town
I can feel
The surging wind
Deafening
The silent rain
Beating down
The weakened weeds
Sickening
Their helpless moans
Trapped within
Their weakened wills
Delusions of grandure
Delusions of grandure
All around
This power town
I can see
The empires' clasp
Smothering
The people's revolt
Neverending
The emperors' grasp
Delusions of grandure
Delusions of grandure
Delusions of grandure
Delusions of grandure