Caladan Brood Wild Autumn Wind
Across the plains come drifts of sand From graves of water and tombs of man The hollow weight of history Desiccated and blowing free
In the wake, all is dust
The bones of beasts and the bones of kings Become dust in the wake of the hymn Mighty kingdoms rise, but they all will fall No more than a breath on the wind
Spectres and gods adrift in the wild, mournful wind Vast cycles unfold across the span of æons Colossal keeps consumed and left as burial mounds And even stars will fade into empyrean shrouds
In ashen vaults, on parchment scrolls The echoed verses state soft the toll
In the wake, all is dust
Vast desolation Silent grave of æons
Revenants watch from cold cosmic towers Glimmering eyes of jade bear final witness
Temples crumble as the great wheel turns Ground to dust Monuments and megaliths unnamed Fall the same Earth and sky enrobed in deathless void Endless night Worm of Autumn claims its final throne
The bones of beasts and the bones of kings Become dust in the wake of the hymn Mighty kingdoms rise, but they all will fall No more than a breath on the wind
