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Forgotten among the golden dunes

the walls littered with ancient runes

Protruding uncannily above the sand

an archaic city in the promised land

Brick by brick, crumbling and dead

Forgotten for uncounted ages

Corpses of stone by the riverbed

Not a word on any of the pages

That is not dead which can eternal lie

And with strange aeons even death may die

The Nameless

Spellbound by a resonating sound

A disheartening cry from underground

I must retreat from this ancient ground

as the roseal light hit the sacred mound

An aura repelled me and begged me to retreat

Sinister secrets no man should see

Ghastly and pale the moon showed me the way out

As I turned around I saw its' eyes

That is not dead which can eternal lie

And with strange aeons even death may die

The Nameless

Light gleaming over the primeval ruins

at a distance nothing more than stone

I can never forget what lurks in the shadows

or what was seated on that ancient throne

That is not dead which can eternal lie

And with strange aeons even death may die