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