We sowed the seeds of might and woe,
Where old ghosts in dark winds blow.
We forged our thrones in blood-stained grace,
Yet fate's cold grin we must now face.
In the hush where shadows dwell,
A quiet dread we know too well.
Vict'ry fleeting, illusions swirl,
Hope undone in an ashen world.
We raised our flags, then watched them burn,
From each new dawn, we failed to learn.
The fruit of pride-a bitter taste,
Our final cry lost in the waste.
O mortal hearts, your tears run dry,
In twilight's bloom, we break and sigh.
In the hush where shadows dwell,
A quiet dread we know too well.
Vict'ry fleeting, illusions swirl,
Hope undone in an ashen world.
Let nights devour our vacant days,
No radiant star shall guide our ways.
The journey's end-a silent moan,
In darkness deep, we stand alone.