I was tall I was great And my fall has been disturbing as of late Now I'm bent Now I'm broke And they speak of me as if I were a joke I was cold I was strong I was feared as if the work I do was wrong Now I'm old Now I'm gray Now I find I miss the distant light of day In my prime, I stole the spring from the summer, In my time, I passed judgment with a will But barbarians threw down my temples, And they keep on doing it still. I was Death Dark and proud Hardly ever speaking, never speaking loud, I was Lord, It was true, I received the mortals' tribute as my due. I was blind I was vain I stood by and watched our influence wane Now we're dust Now we're bones Living only as the names of cosmic stones. A god's life depends on his worship, Without worship, there can be no god, And although my time is long ended, I still am remembered -- how odd. Though I'm shrunk I have power And not one of you can name my final hour Without warmth, Without friend, Without anything, just waiting for the end. I've no fight, No great cause, I've no fantasy I'll be what I once was, Still I rule Acheron, People look at me and wonder what's beyond And as long as you keep looking... I'll go on.