The death of an ancient being
Deserves more than a mortal’s tear
Its existence is much more than our own
I feel nature’s pain and sorrow
So when I look to the heavens
I see a shower of stars
The cosmos is bellowing
And shedding tears of starfire
The earth is drowning in fires
Sent from beyond the eighth sphere
The pain of the ancients
Shall wipe the earth clean
The trace of mortals will soon disappear
And all man’s creation is falling
Their towers of strength come down
The fires of destruction are reflecting
Within nocturnal beasts’ eyes
