Time brings all things to ruin

Time brings all things to ruin,

Life moves only forward, the past, long dead,

Holds on to long-since faded tunes

Sung by those whose souls have fled


And yet those songs are often heard

Ecchoing through these dusty halls

Days long passed still have their word

Within these mouldering walls


Perhaps those stones may still remember

The people who once bided there

The grate recalls the long-cooled embers

That crackled in the long-staled air


If only those long-dead tenants knew

Their castle proud's most troubled fate

What would they think if they could see

Their building in its presentstate?