Cast the shadows of time long

Shades of bare recollection,

Whispers of the mulling throng

Blend as the murmur of one,

Chant the tales of yesteryear

A chilling incantation,

The innermost soul can hear

Songs of the deeds that were done,

Canst thou the verse recollect,

Written when the world was young?

Pause now that you may reflect

Upon ballads heroes sung,

An internal history

Etched in spirit crystalline,

Look within your heart to see

The places we all have been.