Lo, a silent spectre comes
It creeps in from the past
Do not plea for compassion
None was given long ago
When the blowing, biting sands
Passed on in series erodong
Now cast into cold, hard stone
Upon a barren desert trod
The ghosts of regrets passing
Both those seen and unseen
Not a tear drop to quench it
The thirst that is begotten so
It's late, and the sun's light fades
A moonless night brings tribulation
The words, the thoughts, the ways
They come to bid for atonement
The marvels shallow are departed
Only an inbreeding voice cries out
As if wailing woes wandering
Signaling an evil entrance to come
All armor would shudder on impact
A metal that can never be reforged
And a hammer crack its brittle bonds
The fires of fears melt its tempering
The ages weakening a rusting hulk
A soul made bare in times's laments
Yet no pleas, no ploys spare thee
Hear wisdom's voice made clear