Down from the edge of the vale
their views cast over his land
a noble man laid to rest
his winter years come to end

Lay down his heart and bones
and raise a mound above the ground
seal the eternal gate
in a sea of stones he will prevail

As kin and name slowly fall
into oblivion’s embrace
rain, wind and hail take their toll
his rock-made hall weathers all

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