Of that great and fallen kingdom, no more history is recorded, for the earth has swallowed it up. Yet a popular song, whispered by those who remember and sung in full voice by the ignorant, has this to say of that ancient, damned city.
The queen of death will not be dethroned;
the king’s forever her slave.
Her rule the people for long have bemoaned.
Alive, they’ve been trapped in a grave.
So weep for the kingdom where light is no more,
and darkness forever pervades.
The prince is now born in black, corpse’s gore;
the kingdom of Hell invades.
Tale Told 