I looked unto the Old One, in the Sacred Halls

I found him there amidst his grief, and crumbling walls

The tears that lined his face

Told the tale he tried to hide

Of castles made of sand, and of the tide



A whisper through his sobs

I heard him softly say

"My kingdom for a wise man: yesterday"

"No one can save us, no one can stop the end"

Not all the king's horses, or all your amen's:



There's no disarming, no forewarning

Morning is over - forever burns the night

Time's forever fused with the night

The passions of men -in a flash

Put an end to the light



No one can save us now

Nothing can stop the end

Not all the king's horses, or all your amen's



No disarming, no forewarning

Morning is over- forever burns the night

Time's forever fused with the night

The passions of men -in a flash

Put an end to the light



Shadows seething - darkness fills the sky

Ashes wreathing - fire burning on high

Suffocation - the light all gone away

In the end - no final words to say