By time forgot.
Her towers were toppled, her walls did crumble,
Such was her lot.
Gold and silver, still lay in the palace of death, with emeralds bright,
Of her lost glory did sing.
Helms and mail, near the gate did lie, among bones of her defenders,
Faithful to the king.
Lions now roamed thru royal halls, of the palace decayed,
Final masters of the land,
Here once walked the lords of the earth, names now forgot,
Written in sand.