To Dream Of Ur

Desolate and Forsaken,Eerily Moaning Dark Winds Murmur Incantations,Dusk Calls Forth Shadows Spirits of the Glorious Dead Lingering,Bound to this Place They Whisper of Untold Sagas,of Long Dead Cities the Seven Shining Cities Sacred to the Aphkhallu of Ages Past when the World was Young When Babylon was Blessed of Marduk and the Sound of her Armies was the Blare of Ominous War Horns and the Clash of Immortal Cymbals of Bronze Gates Arrayed in Splendour and Magnificent Walls of Sunbaked Brick of Temples of Marble and Bloodstained Altars,Long Before the Jeweled Throne of Ur Fell Silent and Turned to Dust Beneath the Endless Shifting Sands and the Inevitable Vengeance of the Elements