Names upon a stone, standing still They scream in dark light, hollow sounds Wicked games they played in the winter chill And pierced the city walls tonight
In this old world, time is standing still
Chains around a chair, ring on the floor Burned to the ground, bright as dawn Riches betrayed, knowledge decayed And breeched the royal halls, tonight
In this old world, time is standing still
Once upon a time, in a distant story Vanishing faces one by one Marching to the drum of a little revenge And never to be seen when the time has come
