Fifth, herald the cry is heard Midst mountain men and straining ears Cometh here the fifth of age, The fifth of grace, the fifth 'ere Cometh he to tell a tale, a tale of nature's years
Speaketh thou, most futile creature Speaketh thou thine will Wait, we shall, to hear your call Before the date is set Before thine fate is met. 'Ere speaker tall, towering still Yet cavernous and small
Spake before the mountain men, and standing creatures tall And thus spake the fifth one, the fifth one of yore Thus spoke the aging one, the ancient of long ago.