Lyrics:

What shall be left of us?
Which artefacts will stay intact?
For nothing can last

Out upon the moor
What shall remain to tell our tale?
When all this must pass

Out on the heathland
Look up to the night sky
See the second brightest star?
Adjust to the dark light

What shall be made of us?
Our grand designs will come to dust
The gnawing of time

The carriers of souls
Along shadow paths we go
Places only we know