The stars, they shake
And the planets sigh
Under that iron scepter
All they can do is lament
Beauty of human ruins
That lay in shallow mass graves
And of shattered civilization
Unable to stand against time
How can one but adore
These glorious marks and wonders
That immense power
Of which nothing can escape?
Your glory is laid on the fact
That what is within your reach
Does not hold any value
