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