Dying Earth

Beneath a dimming sun great cities moulder and decay

In brooding nights of gloom and on through melancholy days

In the manses of the mages great magics still hold sway

And those who dwell within are wont to say

As the sun fades from the sky

This ancient earth prepares to die

Here at the end of all time

A slow demise so saturnine

As aeons pass unheeded subtle sorcerers parlay

Among the haunted hills strange creatures stalk unwary prey

There may come no tomorrow so all live for today

And the crimson twilight turns to grey

As the earth prepares to die

The waning sun fades from the sky

Here at the end of all time

Our slow demise becomes sublime