I've seen high mountains
Wash away.
As they fall, so rise another day.
Flesh fades to bone,
Bone back to dust.
The sharpest blades, give way to rust.
Nations rise, and
Kingdoms fall.
And rise again, built strong and tall.
Light dims and dies,
And the night falls down.
The cursed name called with great renown.
Yet my time flows on
amidst this waste,
And the death I've seen I'll never taste.