I'm greeting this forgotten city Where vines have taken over rock Where rain of ages spurned the branches And cloisters stand in silent scorn Where rust has fallen like a blanket On iron gates that stood their guard But all is silent, ravens absent And spires weathered with the sky Azure cascading through the wear The paths are overgrown with moss The final resting place of heroes With no one left to mourn the loss Beneath the hills of ruined chapels The doors are creaking in the wind Their voice the only echo here In the domain of burning wings.