From the well-worn roads of Falworth,
Beyond the misty trees of Green,
And the Redoubts beyond her,
There lay on the horizon,
A silent, shimmering Gleam.

As footfalls draw you nearer,
and old villages are passed,
You will find the old castle town,
A structure from the past.

Behold. Our Kingdom in this land,
Destroyed and in rubble she stands,
Once a jewel pressed into the fertile soil,
Now a graveyard, where souls now toil.

A beacon of the light before,
That calls to all voyagers of every shore,
To behold the majesty long since passed,
A victim of the eternal hourglass.

Behold the Kingdom we called home,
A marvel of mason, wood, and stone,
Now abandoned to the dark,
Where lives once lived did long since depart.