My heart quails in the midst of this landscape
Stretching out unending before my eyes
I cannot weep
The shadows of evening befall me
Crying out
An echo over the hill
Alone in a dark land
The spires that loom above me seem to pierce the sky
A barren heaven devoid of starlight
With only the moon to guide my way
The agony of knowing I will not return
Terrible wonders walk the earth
But none the match for man