Gaze upon my face, etched into stone,
See my soul put into silent words,
See how I do not stand out from my brothers,
Two black towers looming over us all.

See how I rest still,
Not on finger waved in protest,
See how I do not move,
Not a thought in my grave.

No funerals mourned my passing,
No living shed any tears,
One of countless souls lost,
I am content with this passing.

Ashen are the dreams I once had,
Sulfur are the aspirations I possessed,
Dirt are the hopes I wielded,
Death is the life I lived.

Thick smoke surrounds me now,
Suffocating all living souls near,
Sending them back to their homes,
Reminding them of their rightful place.

Stone marks the barren soil around me,
Air too deathly to breath surrounds me,
Skies too mournful encompass this earth,
Sins unforgotten keeping us forever silent.