"Are you OK?   You've been shot in the head   And I'm holding your brains"   The old woman said   So I drink in the shadows   Of an evening sky   See nothing at all      The stars look so special   And the snow looks so old   The frail form is drifting   Beyond the orc's zone   Time to question the mountain   Why pigs can fly   It's nothing at all      I praise to you   Nothing ever goes away   I praise to you   Nothing ever goes   I praise to you   I praise to you   Nothing ever goes away   I praise to you   Nothing ever goes   I praise to you   Nothing ever goes away   I praise to you   Nothing ever goes, nothing ever goes    Nothing