here is no echoing of older places
we move our feet to no determined tune
reading the symbols ancient glyph or rune
the gods who reared us have lost their faces
and now we're lost beneath the plenilune
here is no echoing of older places
we grant due service to wilder graces
the palace now is hidden under dune
not one of us from terror is immune
here is no echoing of older places
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