[Verse I] Wan lie the limbs in the wide waste below, wrecks of the once that the world doth deny. Silent they settle where slow rivers flow thick with the spoil of the soil gone awry. [Verse II] Lo how they loosen, these loitering forms, slipping to sludge in the sallow-stained ground. Over them settles the ash and the swarms, round them the refuse of realms is unbound. [Chorus] Where are their stories? Where went their days? Where is the sum of their sundering ways? Lost in the loam, in the long dull decay— all that was living lies levelled to grey. [Verse III] Rust on the rib and the rot in the skull, softly they sink in the sulphurous spread. World upon world now is weary and full of the discarded, the dulled, and the dead. [Bridge] Did they once wander? did they once will? Did they once suffer the sting of the sun? All is now stilled in the sprawling landfill, all is now levelled, and lost in the run. [Final Chorus] Where are their stories? Where went their days? Dust upon dust in the dimming displays. Layer on layer, the lost and the laid— till earth is an endless and echoing grave.
