Whispers buried in the soil, names that years could not recall Stories etched in bone and clay, left to crumble, swept away Forgotten tongues, they slip, they fall, words unspoken, none at all Every song erased, every prayer undone, we inherit dust when the voices are gone Hands once fierce now turn to stone, lines of blood are overgrown Legends sink beneath the years, drowned in weight that no one hears Forgotten tongues, they slip, they fall, words unspoken, none at all Every song erased, every prayer undone, we inherit dust when the voices are gone If no one speaks, do we remain? If none remember, what is gained? History burns in a fleeting breath, when the last word meets its death Forgotten tongues, they slip, they fall, words unspoken, none at all Every song erased, every prayer undone, we inherit dust when the voices are gone Nothing left but nameless ground, where lost voices can’t be found
