Broken Barricades - Procol Harum

It was all once bright jewels

And glittering sand

The oceans have ravaged

And strangled the land

Waste fills the temples

Dead daughters are born

The presses are empty

The editors torn

Whose husband was the first to fall?

Who died the worst death of them all?

How many splinters in each separate band?

How many stations in the final hand?

Now gather up sea shells

And write down brave words

Your prayers are unanswered

Your idols absurd

The seaweed and the cobweb

Have rotted your sword

Your barricades broken

Your enemies Lord