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