The end of the earth the glacial desert scorched with the 
thousands of hooves
Smell of burnt out fires in the air the endless ocean 
have claimed the horizon.
To gaze into the mirror of waters yet finding no 
reflection.
Ash turned into blackest silt, aspiring from the depths 
of the forgotten consciousness,
Awakes the frozen memories.
Buried in infinite waters once,
Still left in the mist of the burnt eyes of the skull. 
the tar has turned to darker stone,
And wails have turned into the coldest breath of northern 
wind.
It would be swallowed by eternity and thrown away by the 
land.
The still would get rusted, the wood would turn to rot.
It would be abandoned by the ancestors and found again by 
the descendants.