Domes of crystal, spires of light reach out

Symbols of attainment once aspired

A quest for knowledge fuelled by love of peace

People never burned by fired of war



The people of the East

Grew tired of peace

Now mistrust and fear

Are new to us here



Storm clouds gather

Mistrust turns to hate

A confrontation none could forsee

Machines of peace melt down for tools of war

One thousand years of peace destroyed



The people of the West

Though war they detest

Had nowhere to run

So the killing began



Three score and four years

Battle raged on high

Once proud and mighty

Prepare now to die

Destroyed by corruption

Pretention and greed

Atlantean achievements

Dispersed as dry seeds

Blown by the winds of change



Long fell the shadows

Across their land now bare

In ruins lay the towers

That crowned an island fair

Laid low in death throes

A race once true and right

Their power now their ruin

Their downfall their might



Narrator: Gathering together the treasures of

their wisdom and culture

The guardians constructed a vast computer

Protected by an awesome and terrible device

Shrouded in a silicate crystalline dome.



The Sentinel

The ultimate keeper of the Peace

Too late to save their own

Put there to guide a future race



Survivor: By my own hand, and the hands of others,

A nation on its knees

No brothers, sisters, friends, lovers,

No mountains, rivers, trees

Forgive us for we know not what we have done



Narrator: And storms raged over the barren wastelands

of the once fertile plains of Atlantis

And the sea crashed upon the shores

And the land crumbled upon itself

The vast dome, the only remaining structure

on the dying continent, shuddered and sank

slowly to the depths of the ocean...



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