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And thus the birds screamed their shrill cries,
The sound echoing in the lifeless airs.
And the orchids withered away,
Branches lush now withered and died.
Down into the abyss,
The abyss of time.

None can escape the gentle river,
The merciless goddess, the Lady of Time.
Let the castles crumble!
And life itself face its demise.
When death itself dims and dies,
Does she live ever on.
Timeless time,
The abyss of nothing.

Eyes of dull coal,
Made of indifferent despair
As she watched them fall.
One by one, brick by brick,
Her loved ones crumpled and wrinkled,
Falling like autumn leaves,
Their fierce red fire brilliant
Before ashes danced meaninglessly in the air.

Tell me the story, Lady Time,
Of the man you still remember,
Who survived your hands
And lived in your memories.
Even he did not escape, alas,
Buried six feet under
His yellow bones eaten away
By the Ones who rule down beneath
The soles of our weary feet.

The tired feet of those that have traveled so far,
Yet still so near their homes,
Only a flash of a worthless flint against stone,
Such brief uselessness in your eyes.

None can escape your river,
Drowning in the bed of the stream
As sharp boulders became rounded stones,
Reduced to pebbles,
To sand,
To dust,
To boulder again.
Tumbling down the abyss of time.

Description
And thus the birds screamed their shrill cries,
The sound echoing in the lifeless airs.
And the orchids withered away,
Branches lush now withered and died.
Down into the abyss,
The abyss of time.

None can escape the gentle river,
The merciless goddess, the Lady of Time.
Let the castles crumble!
And life itself face its demise.
When death itself dims and dies,
Does she live ever on.
Timeless time,
The abyss of nothing.

Eyes of dull coal,
Made of indifferent despair
As she watched them fall.
One by one, brick by brick,
Her loved ones crumpled and wrinkled,
Falling like autumn leaves,
Their fierce red fire brilliant
Before ashes danced meaninglessly in the air.

Tell me the story, Lady Time,
Of the man you still remember,
Who survived your hands
And lived in your memories.
Even he did not escape, alas,
Buried six feet under
His yellow bones eaten away
By the Ones who rule down beneath
The soles of our weary feet.

The tired feet of those that have traveled so far,
Yet still so near their homes,
Only a flash of a worthless flint against stone,
Such brief uselessness in your eyes.

None can escape your river,
Drowning in the bed of the stream
As sharp boulders became rounded stones,
Reduced to pebbles,
To sand,
To dust,
To boulder again.
Tumbling down the abyss of time.