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

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