These lands
Wondrous and vast
These hills
Their beauty, everlasting
Mountains
Cold and jagged
Rock and stone
Black obsidian slopes
When time stands still
The hills will remain
When the towers of man crumble
The mountains will stand tall
Great pines
Oaks towering high
Dark greens
Paint the brown foundations
Gray mists
Ominous tranquility
The morning fogs
Descend upon the Earth
Times change the living world
But never will they change this place
When man and machine are forgotten
The world will remain
