On the high balcony of his gleaming tower, the King of Elfland stood. He knew well the harshness of material things and all the turmoil of time, and he knew that there hung over his daughter now the doom of all mortal things. And then he wept and all Elfland shivered ...
Silence be on all Elfland. Troubled am I your King. Lirazel is far from Elfland, Perishing like an earthly thing. Even as I stand before you, Time surrounds her spirit, as time decays the earthly flowers. Why should my daughter be taken by pitiless years? This shall not be ...
Time is passing, never ceasing, Time will take it's toll too soon. Bring me plume and bring me parchment, I will write a mightly rune! Send for a troll!
Time there was, when she was with me, Time to think and time to dream. Soon the rune will travel Earthward, Once again she'll stand by me. Where is the troll?
Time will tell and I will conquer All the power of Sun and Moon. Summon the Guard! Where's the parchment? We shall see who calls the tune. Now fetch the troll!