اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Torrents raged,
Frozen fields shifted,
Rivers were preserved in ice.
Battered, gaping cavities in all that stood.
Uprooted earth,
Jagged cliff sides emerge,
Destroyed it may seem,
Designed beauty.
Shapes defined,
Carved landscape,
Mythical scenes,
Awesomeness embraced.
What does it hold?
A desiring heart wonders.
All for nothing,
It cannot be.
I stride on into the night!
Forever I stride these mountainous lands,
Searching for the key!
