The lands of Ur, they never were,
And yet we knew them well.
With steady beat, our many feet
Touched cloud, touched grass, touched Hell.

The firebog fen of Oulanka End,
The greengrown Groddle groves,
The towering trees of Adspice Lacrimis,
Samudra's shimmering coves.

With kindly hand, beasts of the land
Were petted, milked, and squeezed
No blood was spilled, no life was killed,
And all were equal pleased.

We sought to build, to grow more skilled,
We planted, cooked, dug mines.
Some goods we made we sought to trade,
And surrendered some to shrines.

But Ur now stands as Ancestral Lands --
Our time in it is brief
No hidden coin could now enjoin
More favor, more relief.

It grows in power each passing hour,
Our souls grow overwhelmed
By love and loss; our eyes are glossed
With tears for fading realms.

The lands of Ur, they never were,
But they shall never fade --
Here we sought Imagination;
Here we were all of it made.