Imperial Walls Lyrics

Peter Hammill Imperial Walls

Strange to behold is the stone of this wall broken by fate.

The strongholds are bursten the work of giants decaying the roofs are fallen the towers are tottering mouldering palaces roofless weather-marked masonry shattering Shelters time-scarred tempest - marred undermined of old.

Earth's grasp holdeth its mighty builders tumbled, crumbled, in gravel's harsh grip till a hundred generations of men pass away.