Empty keys and empty locks.
Tied up in eternity.
Shattered on the barren ground.
Foreign rooms do now open.
Empty doors and empty rooms.
Broken up by death of men.
Mounded bodies fester still.
We need find a sepulcher.
Empty gates and empty halls.
Filled with empty lives.
Shells broken upon the tide.
Washed away by avenues.
Empty streets, empty courts.
Lightning plays in boulevards.
Stunning those shells passing by.
Breaking forges to consume.
Empty grates and furnaces.
Fire burns up what is left.
Flames rise up into the sky.
Scaring the sky with ashes.
Empty lids, empty caskets.
Broken by the bombs of war.
Ashes blown off by the wind.
Wind that disturbs implements.
Empty shields, empty swords.
Precursors even of time.
Now death is more efficient.
Starving we are from old cities.
Empty desert, empty trees.
Lack of water finds the end.
We approach the end of all.
It is not ours to question.
