Waves crash down, unrelenting, unending
We are stone shaped by the force of its abuse
Colossal mountain ranges eroded to jagged shorelines
Aged cliff tops, decrepit and helpless
Earthen cadavers now ripe for mining to the very core of our souls, or so we would have you think
Magic is willpower, willpower is magic
Self-knowledge is the key to the perfect control of the will

After destroying the decades of our youth, after being crushed under the pillars of heaven
The bonds we make and the bonds we break ever come crashing down