Ancient Sands from Ages by Dawnwalker

Small men will cower
In caves they stole
Entrenched in fear
Their worlds so small

Be gone from my sight!
Here be monsters!

The whole world could still be open
But now a fear grows
The garden could still be growing
But now a horde grows

Serpent! Go back!
To where you crawled from!

Fear grows
The wind blows

Once crystal waters
Ran clear from the mountain to the sea
Glistening clearly
Beckoning to come and drink
And be made anew

Be away
Gone from my sight
Retreat or
Turn with fire

Hold the tide
With your bones so frail
Lost to time
Their walls will fail

You’ll be devoured
In the sands of time
Strongholds returned
To the muck and mire

Be gone from my sight!
Here be monsters!

The quiet was still unbroken
But now a horn blows

Crawl on your belly!
Back to your pit!
Or else come, suffer!

Promises are broken
Faces familiar turn
Fear keeps you frozen
While all your houses burn
Promises are broken
Faces familiar turn
Fear keeps you frozen
While all your children burn

Let the bodies pile
Throw them on the fire
Watch the smoke arise
Drifting t’wards the light
The dead ascend skywards

With fire and fury
In murderous rapture

Dance around the fire
Of burning flesh
Driving out the heathens

Arms aloft in glee
For painted gods
Stained in blood
Blood

Serpent! Go back!
To where you crawled from!

Flesh rips from bone
In burning homes
Deeds unforgiven

Now we part
Divided lands
Lines are drawn
In ancient sands

Hold the tide
With your bones so frail
Lost to time
Their walls will fail

We all live for a moment
Under the same sky
But we remain on different sides

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