But now, all lies still,
Nothing moves, nothing remains.
For a thousand years now,
Bereft of life and hope,
The city I once called home, the city I loved,
Destroyed, burned, broken.
Barren as the dungeons that hold the damned chains of Tartarus,
Blacker than the multitudinous shades of Hades.
A thousand years have passed,
And still I see the dead.
A thousand years hence,
And still the screams ring in the valleys.
A gentle summer breeze
Caresses the mighty Scamander.
Men and nations have come and gone,
But these voices will never die.