Long this man has stood
While gazing towards the north
Stirring bitter seas with frozen hands
And as the gloaming fog
Surrounds
He faces once again
Dusk... waves
They drift out of the mist... his kin
They swim away again
Swim away again
Long this crumbling wall has stood above him
Glowing home and hearth now silent - cold
Work of giants falls
That which outlasts kings
Collapses underneath its weight at last
Rapt in rubble and rock
He can see these halls were bright
Ghosts of a hundred songs
Swallowed forever in a ravens maw
Echoes fade
As kinsman swim away
Far away
Weep the wyrd of the wall - alone
With none to heed
But silent seas
Frozen by the northern breeze
Cold
Crumbling under the moon...
A giant's mead hall - a mortal's tomb
Here wealth is lost - dust
Here friends are lost - dust
Here
Here man is dust