Dust flies through the air
The Weightless strings scintillating reminders of unknown struggles
Antediluvian fields caked with crimson
Encased in frigid air Swallowed by northern ice
Within the glacial rocks their message still lies Resting undisturbed,
In a permanent state of torpor
Primodial civilizations vast in scope
Diminished by a fatal flaw
Competed for dominion Their fate-unobserved
Their warning-unheeded
Artists and philosophers achievements,
Musicians works of art Cast aside by lust
What they were now is lost Consumed by time, sealed for eternity
A frozen catacomb their sole legacy
The haughty creed of vanglorious lords
Locked their fate in the lovely cold