"Once you were mighty; once you were grand!
Once you were Qeynos,
Bayle's iron-clad stand!"
Now where be your children, your women and old?
Bhjaad flung out his wrath
And barrened your fold!"

The beggar was walking,
The beggar was talking,
The beggar was shouting its coming.
The old world was torn,
And new worlds were born,
After the time
Of the Sundering.

Drought-laden beds of the river run dry
The buildings are crumbled;
Trees wither and die.
The beggar walks proudly, a king of his heap
Proclaiming his reign
Over death's longing sleep.

"Once you were mighty; once you were grand!"
Once River-the-vale!
The Tal'kein's last stand!
Now where goes your courage? Your hubris-spawned strength?
The green-one has split
Your land at its length."

The beggar was walking,
The beggar was talking,
The beggar was shouting its coming.
The old world was torn,
And new worlds were born,
After the time
Of the Sundering.