In the shadows of a broken land,
Where silence reigns, no guiding hand,
Whispers of the lost, they cry,
Echoes of the past that won’t die.

Beneath the ruins, buried deep,
Lies the pain we cannot keep,
Ghosts of those we’ve left behind,
Haunt the corners of our mind.

Echoes of the forgotten,
In the wind, they scream,
Memories of the fallen,
Lost within a dream.

In the dark, we search for light,
But all we find is endless night,
Faded voices, cold and hollow,
In their wake, we’re forced to follow.

A field of bones, where we once stood,
Now only ashes, misunderstood,
The war is over, but we’re not free,
Bound by chains of history.

Echoes of the forgotten,
In the wind, they scream,
Memories of the fallen,
Lost within a dream.

The storm has passed, but still it rains,
Washing over our remains,
In the silence, we find our fate,
Echoes of the forgotten,
Forever they resonate.

Beneath the clouds, the truth concealed,
We’re bound by shadows, wounds unhealed,
Searching through the tears we’ve shed,
But all we find are hopes long dead.

A tower crumbled, spirits stand,
Memories drift like grains of sand,
Swept away by time’s cruel tide,
We follow where their voices guide.

Echoes of the forgotten,
In the wind, they scream,
Memories of the fallen,
Lost within a dream.

The storm has passed, but still it rains,
Washing over our remains,
In the silence, we find our fate,
Echoes of the forgotten,
Forever they resonate.