A world has fallen
Its principles abandoned
Its people scattered to the wind
Now only ashes remain, where once was prosperity
Skittering haunts amongst the ruins
Ghosts of men, sunken eyes
Never to rise again

They live here, in filth in squalor
Knowing nothing of the Sun
Its radiance has no place here
Its warmth long forgotten

Instead they play as Kings and Gods
Blissful in their ignorance and want
Empty as the world they inhabit
Longing for purpose they could not comprehend

These spirits are restless
Anger fills their ethereal hearts
They claw at a present unknowingly begotten
The halls of the past marred with the signs of their fury
Struggling for meaning lost to time forgotten
Working now only with broken parts
They wander eternal, deathless