In the fields of non-decay,

All-knowing Four Towers stay.

Within shed tears and angels weep.

Will we ever know the secrets that they keep?

Hear them roar,

Hear them cry,

Hark! The Towers, four

When the Adversary is nigh

In the midst of damnation,

And on the shores of Salvation.

Where time is spherical,

Are the Towers, larger than miracle.

Hear them groan.

Hear them sigh.

Hark! The Towers roam,

When Redemption Day is nigh.