Across the plains come drifts of sand From graves of water and tombs of man The hollow weight of history Desiccated and blowing free In the wake, all is dust The bones of beasts and the bones of kings Become dust in the wake of the hymn Mighty kingdoms rise, but they all will fall No more than a breath on the wind Spectres and gods adrift in the wild, mournful wind Vast cycles unfold across the span of ons Colossal keeps consumed and left as burial mounds And even stars will fade into empyrean shrouds In ashen vaults, on parchment scrolls The echoed verses state soft the toll In the wake, all is dust Vast desolation Silent grave of ons Revenants watch from cold cosmic towers Glimmering eyes of jade bear final witness Temples crumble as the great wheel turns Ground to dust Monuments and megaliths unnamed Fall the same Earth and sky enrobed in deathless void Endless night Worm of Autumn claims its final throne The bones of beasts and the bones of kings Become dust in the wake of the hymn Mighty kingdoms rise, but they all will fall No more than a breath on the wind
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