There goes a prayer for the sleeping soul
Awaken the mind, heart to be burn
With the senses of mystery, return
As time passes by, like it would be told
How death comes swift, and yearns
So silent for the mourn
Those powerful kings of old
We learn about from ancient tales
With tearful sad misadventures
Faded their proud, shattered their fame
They lost gold, purple and wealth
Kingdoms fell on ashes and flames
Like the rivers our lives flow
Toward the sea, death to be told
Lordship, fortress and houses
To the ground, all of them will fall
Rich and poor, lustful and chaste
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