Listening to the sounds of the voices past
Whispering softly, whispering fast
Grand were the days when they roamed around kings
Feasting on the wealth and living there dreams.
Are they maddened by this?
Craving the night air
Paranormal by the touch
Do you think this such?
Seeping into the cold abyss
Is it this - just longing - this foreboding.
Poisoning the veins
Clear as crystal rain
Shunned but never tamed?
Dead but never slain?
Damned to feel eternal pain?
Long live the Kings of the days gone past
Living in the world, now, in a never- ending mass