Broken shattered faces in a burning paper town. It's the way it's always been, like the earth goes 'round and 'round. There are no tales to tell; no shining knights who slay; No high and mystic castle walls keeping evil at it's bay.
Just piles of old rubble in lay the footsteps of the past to remind us that we're temporary and that none of us can last. Crumbling people travelling on long crackling roads who have been journeying forever to destination unknown.