The Ancients
Sands of time
Blow across the ruined lands
Once ruled by Kings
With their triumphant hands
Spirits there
Remain on broken ground
And the dying trees
Now rustle without sound
When the children played
The rapture stayed
And every heart was a serenade
But now darkness looms
And the crescent moon
Now plays the ancient mourning tune
Of the kingdom's merry days
But alas, they could not stay
Oh, they could not stay
Ruined by pride
The kingdom tore apart
With revenge inside
Every citizen's heart
No one feels
No one understood the rain
Not one cried
Nobody felt the pain
When the children played
The rapture stayed
And every heart was a serenade
But now darkness looms
And the crescent moon
Now plays the ancient mourning tune
Of the kingdom's merry days
But oh, they could not stay
No, they could not stay
Some days
I remember the people
Some times
I can still hear their pleas
When the children played
The rapture stayed
And every heart was a serenade
But now darkness looms
And the crescent moon
Now plays the ancient mourning tune
Of the kingdom's merry days
But oh, they could not stay
No, they could not stay
No, they would not stay
~Trevor Howell