Over the wild blue sea 
across a world of turmoil

Through deep forests 
and wild skies 

Lies a place 
ancient and mighty 

High towers look gloomly down over iron gates and broken walls.

This was once a place of strength,
a fortress of might 
a stronghold against the darkness. 

But time has played Its role 
rusting the polished metal 
rotting away at the foundations.

Its time has already come and gone
The fortress is not but a heap of ruin
a long gone shadow in the distant past. 

Over magnificent peaks 
rushing rivers and sprawling cities 

Through tempest 
storm and shroud 
Does it lie

Slumbering silently 
in broken ruins.