Long have I wandered, an ancient unseen My form unchanging for eternity Cursed with existence on this mortal plain Death's vigilant gaze has passed over me Aeons pass before my eyes, as if changing seasons Time becomes irrelevant Stripped of desire, my purpose unknown Unwanting in perpetuity Fortune and glory seem paltry reward For one unconcerned with legacy Far removed from the fruitless toils of men In their suffering, they seek salvation I observe, beside time's flowing river as all of their empires are turned to dust Turned to dust. Ancient and undying I remain a stoic observer of what comes to pass Long have I wandered, an ancient unseen My form unchanging for eternity Cursed with existence on this mortal plain Death's vigilant gaze has passed over me Ancient and undying I remain A stoic observer of what comes to pass