Strange to behold

Is the stone of this wall

broken by fate



The strongholds are buroten

the work of giants decaying

the roofs are fallen

the tower are tottering

mouldering palaces roofless

weather-marked masoury shattering

Shelters time - sacred tempest - marred

undermined of old



Earth's grasp holdeth

its mighty builders

tumbled, crumbled,

in growel's harsh grip

till a hundred generations

of man pass away