They were made for us, surely
Those steps toward the void which we eagerly scaled
We reached heights unspeakable
Gazed upon the abyss that mortals cannot see
Statues walk the cold road to the sunset
Flags in their hands are frozen in the wind
Many a golden carriage driven by the dead
Drifts towards the landscape of last gleaming
The Devil smiles, he too likes his kin
The Lord of Time finds great acceptance
The clock won't stop though its bearer runs out
Smile won't cease, it's frozen on this face