[adapted from 'the ruin' and 'deor', both from the exeter book]
fate broke this wondrous masonry,
the handiwork of giants is decaying.
these fallen roofs, these ruinuous towers,
this gate ravaged by frost.
the builders lie in the grip of the earth,
once mighty, now fallen,
a hundred generations before, now lost, grasped hard by the grave.
the halls of this city were bright once, and filled with baths,
peaked roofs, roads, and mead-halls.
filled with life, until terrible fate took her toll.
far and wide they perished, the days of pestilence fell.
death took the warriors away.
their barracks deserted, their keeps rotted.
those who would repair it are laid in the earth.
and so these halls are empty, the arch sheds its tiles, (þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg)
torn from the roof, brought down by decay, shattered into rubble. (þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg)
where once many a man (þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg)
glad-hearted, wine-flushed, gleaming (þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg)
looked on treasures of silver, stones, pearls (þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg)
this bright castle of a broad kingdom... (þæs ofereode, þisses swa mæg)
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