"Are you OK?
  You've been shot in the head
  And I'm holding your brains"
  The old woman said
  So I drink in the shadows
  Of an evening sky
  See nothing at all
    The stars look so special
  And the snow looks so old
  The frail form is drifting
  Beyond the orc's zone
  Time to question the mountain
  Why pigs can fly
  It's nothing at all
    I praise to you
  Nothing ever goes away
  I praise to you
  Nothing ever goes
  I praise to you
  I praise to you
  Nothing ever goes away
  I praise to you
  Nothing ever goes
  I praise to you
  Nothing ever goes away
  I praise to you
  Nothing ever goes, nothing ever goes
  Nothing