To Dream of Ur - Nile

Desolate and Forsaken, Eerily Moaning Dark Winds

Murmur Incantations, Dusk Calls Forth Shadows

Spirits of the Glorious Dead Lingering, Bound to this Place

They Whisper of Untold Sagas, of Long Dead Cities

the Seven Shining Cities Sacred to the Aphkhallu

of Ages Past when the World was Young

When Babylon was Blessed of Marduk

and the Sound of her Armies was the Blare of Ominous War Horns

and the Clash of Immortal Cymbals

of Bronze Gates Arrayed in Splendour

and Magnificent Walls of Sunbaked Brick of Temples of Marble

and Bloodstained Altars, Long Before the Jeweled Throne of Ur Fell Silent and Turned to Dust

Beneath the Endless Shifting Sands

and the Inevitable Vengeance of the Elements