The wind and terror never sleep, The rain and weeping ever falls, Upon these warring, rumbling cliffs, The Thunder and sea may have us all, - Knights banished as her wings, Guide a master less hall, Heroes in exile on the fringe, But all heroes one day will fall, - Cold walls resound pleading screams, Empty halls applaud hopeless cries, Towers search beyond the restless seas, Above, the bolts of lightning Pierce the gray and blackened skies