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