Fountains, untold Diluvials Mountains, unseen Materials Crunches and turn the axis of time An epoch of spring begins The wetlands are fructified by Intoxicating winds Fathers, mothers Await the fall Sisters, brothers The End of all The fall of men The End of all Weeping, laughter Everything fades Whispers, thunder Vanish in space Radiant spheres, illuminates Run out of fuel Daylight, candles All go obscure And then the winter no one has seen Aeons becomes thing of the past All die like embers in the northern wind Frostflower remain last Crunches and turns the axis of time A beast approach to devour the sun To gorge the barren soul of man No more ages to come