Byzantium

City resting on a hill
 Can your walls repel the tide of change
 Under Pantocrator's rule
 Did your golden domes reveal
 The frailty of the consequence
 The conqueror was real
 Where the Emperor once reigned
 Only shadows of the glories remain
 No one sings your plaintive song
 Of the Kontakion strain
 Echoing through heaven's gate
 Too lovely to sustain
 We're looking back to see your frescoed walls
 Where is the road that takes us to Byzantium
 Once your borders had no end
 And your dream was like a shining light
 To the nations you surround
 Did your golden domes reveal
 The frailty of the consequence
 The conqueror was real
 We're looking back to see your frescoed walls
 Where is the road that takes us to Byzantium...
 We're looking back to see your frescoed walls
 Where is the road that takes us to Byzantium...