Old World

Names upon a stone, standing still

They scream in dark light, hollow sounds

Wicked games they played in the winter chill

And pierced the city walls tonight

In this old world, time is standing still

Chains around a chair, ring on the floor

Burned to the ground, bright as dawn

Riches betrayed, knowledge decayed

And breeched the royal halls, tonight

In this old world, time is standing still

Once upon a time, in a distant story

Vanishing faces one by one

Marching to the drum of a little revenge

And never to be seen when the time has come

In this old world, time is standing still