Imperial Walls (Anon; 8th Century Saxon) Lyrics

Strange to behold
Is the stone of this wall 
broken by fate

The strongholds are buroten
the work of giants decaying
	the roofs are fallen
	the tower are tottering
mouldering palaces roofless
weather-marked masoury shattering
Shelters time - sacred tempest - marred
	undermined of old

Earth's grasp holdeth
its mighty builders
tumbled, crumbled,
in growel's harsh grip
till a hundred generations
	of man pass away