A narrative of a city
Where lifeless does abound
Where much is bleak and empty
And pernes are grinding on
Always decay, always new
Matter is not safe
There`ll be nothing warm, no orb of sun
But for the willingness of one
Stone is wild and empty
But passing nonetheless
For nothing lasts forever
In the lair of the goat
Undying land, undying throne
Lord of the realm as is
With six-fingered foes
And the one in the depths of water
Hatred, torture gripping
True death escapes them all
But though the lore is weak
Change is here
And even cloven feet may fall
Put to pen by a quivering bard of Sigil
