Invisible freeze in the blood-wet grass   Combatants lying by their weapons   Feeling the warm blood   When the air turns cold and no one remains      Freezing the warm blood   And eating its way through and reigns      Men from the desert lands   by the sky-high forsakened hills   Erased by the passing of man's creation      From the cliffs they have watched   over the thousand seas   And witnessed the decay and desperation   As illness and plague have caught them all   No one could heal, no one knew, for no one   had ever the knowledge      Few could they count by the elfin kings   That had seen what beauty had been raped   What ancestors mad with their healthy hands   What erected and what was formed and shaped      The finest art one had ever seen   Spectacular admirement of these mystic lands      One stood there alone, the only one left   Strong enough to survive   He was built by death, he was known by death   And he sings the victorious song      Simple deeds, destruction hands   Defeating its material self   We have left you now,   you will never be found again   Feeble fortune and rotting food