Withered walls buried by time Breathing the green air of the ancient These stones saw too much In infinite slumber dreams of better days Buried in time Buried in time The night breeze bears Disbelieving cries of reminiscence Desperate to fly from cells That are but Earth and boulder Mist saturated with memories Veils the old abbey Recollections of the sun dreamed by withered shrines And eyes that went blind in primordial days Buried in time Buried in time