Among the ruins of the past
I am the first. I am the last
Who's laying on the bones of those
Who've found their rest in ancient dust
They brought themselves into this land
Forgotten pleasures, burning sand
The scorching moon was deaf and blind
To all the cries that filled the night
They all have paid the cost of crime
And touched the easy flow of time
Forgotten faces, voices, lives
All disappeared in decline
And I remember them so brave
On their last journey to the grave
They walked like heroes and noone
Knew that their fate already done
And then the heaven turned to hell
It burned them like a demon's spell
The Earth has raised its fiery depths
To send them terrible farewell
The sand was red and hot from blood
And full of bodies torned apart
They whispered prayers to the skies
And died with widely open eyes
And now the silence rules the place
Still keeping secrets of distress
Nobody waiting them returned
Noone to weep for or to praise
They've faced what they were looking for
Destruction, loneliness and war
And all their hopes are in my hands
But they don't need them anymore
Among the ruins of the past
I am the first. I am the last
Who's laying on the bones of those
Who've found their peace in ancient dust
I'm whispering prayers to myself
And singing silent song of death.
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