Battlements of stone and rock and all I cannot stand
Disgusted by accomplishments and works of my own hands
Bleeding lines upon the earth, I question who I am
Is this the end? Is this the end?
Do all ships bear misfortune?
Is there a Valinor to be found?
What does the value of my soul portend?
Am I hearing a foreign sound, or is that the beating of my heart?
It's not the end, it's not the end