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