Galbrek van Vaderhaard Thelmar.
Tijdens de beginselen van de occlusie.
Happiness is never sad or happy, it is happiness,
Of which I know nothing but madness.
Left by the dead with the sky moonless,
Getting grime in the greyness.
Each person forges his own greatness,
Rattle through their owh thickness,
Stories are worthless if it does not become consciousness,
Having to guess all of their glibness.
Oblivion is boundless,
Let me be blind in this fortress,
Delicate glow of darkness.