In ancient halls where shadows dwell,
The crowns of kings in silence tell,
Of battles fought and kingdoms won,
Beneath the ever-setting sun.

Their echoes linger through the night,
As whispers of a distant might,
Where thrones of gold and banners fly,
Beneath the vast and starlit sky.

Oh, kings of yore with hearts so bold,
Whose stories in the past are told,
In tapestries of time they weave,
A legacy we still believe.

In dreams we walk those ancient ways,
And feel the pulse of bygone days,
Where kings did rule with strength and grace,
In history’s eternal embrace.