Her journey was long and she wandered
Over far and desolate plain
Her eyes saw humans that plundered
Her race had been in vain

The world is tired, the world is cold
It lost the Light of the Old
Nowhere left to go
All is reaped that has been sown
The ways of old are past
This world has no way to last

The cities of the new race
Can everywhere be seen
The world has scars on its face
Where nature once has been

The world is tired, the world is cold
It lost the Light of the Old
Nowhere left to go
All is reaped that has been sown
The ways of old are past
This world has no way to last

She lost her love before long
In bloody human wars
The hate in her was so stong
She had closed al her doors

The world is tired, the world is cold
It lost the Light of the Old
Nowhere left to go
All is reaped that has been sown
The ways of old are past
This world has no way to last

The ways of old are past
This world has no way to last

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Vita, in the year 545 AD.