Mourning angel of despair,
We hear your timeless call,
For glistening are setting suns,
Yet true life does await,

For countless are the raven’s den,
Of many standing small,
Yet bursting forth in rays of light,
Does truth emancipate,

Declare your royal freedom now,
Do not stay stuck and still,
For frozen rivers plagued with time,
Succumb to oceans vast,

Immortal will your story be,
When tell the tale you will,
When giants roam the ancient lands,
Then gone will be the past.