There is a land, over the sea,
Where all around, on hills and spires,
Stand tall and gleaming, in morning sun,
The Silver Statues, still and hushed,

They watch over their land, constantly,
Eyes all around, There are no secrets,
The statues know all, even the darkness,
None can hide, from the statues eyes,

Ages of memories, stored in silver,
Boundless wisdom, locked within,
Silently watching, waiting for an age,
When this eternal punishment, shall ensnare them no more,

Statues connected, by thought and by mind,
Standing guard, for all of time,
Ranks on an island, invaluable stones,
But none can see them, or share in their load,

This is the penalty, for those who betray,
Those who cross, and harm their friends,
He is chained, in a world of pain,
For he cannot repay, an innocent friend,