Encircled by ruins Of crumbling statues Insubstancial is existence In their dark silhouette The stones tell tales Of what once was Great everlasting shrine Moldy and forgotten For them the time also takes its toll ...For they rot Black shapes melt into the sky Of imploding twisted stars The timeless bow before aeons Archaic bodies crushed by ages - Divine spirits trapped within Bound to wither in silence Their streams run dead Etheral shadows Dance around the statues As the cycles come and go The gods rot