[ti:Empire] [ar:Della Mae] [al:This World Oft Can Be] [offset:0] [00:00.25]Empire - Della Mae [00:01.50]. [00:21.33]Empire sits on the edge of a hill [00:23.21]Born out of a gypsum mine [00:24.59]Held at once 300 souls [00:26.34]And none of them were mine [00:27.83]. [00:28.33]Now they’re just ghosts in the streets [00:31.40]Wandering a land that sleeps [00:35.09]. [00:35.33]Once it was a lively place [00:36.78]Now just tumbleweeds [00:38.40]The houses they are silent [00:40.08]Quiet as thieves [00:41.52]. [00:42.03]Now they’re just ghosts in the streets [00:45.21]Wandering a land that sleeps [00:48.59]. [00:49.03]The miners callused hands [00:52.65]The women who planted seed on the land [00:56.40]Empire met its end [00:58.84]. [01:06.83]Once you’re gone you can’t go back [01:08.71]the locks they have all froze [01:10.03]The lid upon the coffin [01:11.78]Now it has been closed [01:13.85]. [01:14.22]Now they’re just ghosts in the streets [01:17.15]Wandering a land that sleeps [01:20.09]. [01:20.53]The men who built the Empire [01:22.60]Up from the ground [01:23.91]missed the cracks in the foundation [01:25.59]One blow and it all falls down [01:27.41]. [01:27.79] [01:34.91]The miners callused hands [01:38.23]The women who planted seed on the land [01:42.23]Empire met its end [01:46.92]. [02:08.95]The miners callused hands [02:11.88]The women who planted seed on the land [02:16.20]Empire met its end [02:19.38]Empire met its end [02:22.88]Empire met its end [02:27.58]. [02:28.01]