Song of the Barrow-wight

Cursed be sun and cursed be sky,

Mountains crumble, rivers dry

Fade! Fade! And leave all things

To dust, and worm, and Barrow-kings

To cold mist and echoes fall

With the Shadow over all

Travelers stumble, lose their way

On the downs at end of day

Frightened scream and lost they call

In the creeping mist they fall

On cold stone in robes and rings

To lie and rot where once lay kings

Lie there, lie! Till morning die

And through men's halls the dragons fly