Here,I stand cracked and fragile,
like an old man in the declining years of his life.
In an abandoned house of muck and grime,
which once echoed with sounds so sublime.

The rain which revived my wooden skin,
now leaves me swollen and shrinking.
I'm withered beyond repair,
the heavens have turnedin grim despair.

I'm fading,a part of me has started shredding.
I wonder what my fate would be?
In this desolated land of dark and melancholy,
In this desolated land of dark and melancholy.