The reaper has claimed a home,
upon a lost city alone of stone.

Way deep down is his crest
All kind meet from worst to best,
Go to recieve final rest.

Castles and temples are big and filled with power, and weaponry of spirits, to make any man cowar.

Lifting what was unknown
Ruling under both skies.
As the still lake solemnly lies.

No signs from above.
From the men on waters, sending praying love.

You may find the torch in the hidden flow.
Where it travels to, nobody to know....