I see a dark cloud wherever you go
I hear the stampede of those who would flee
the disdain of it all upon every face
a darkness is upon you and your disgrace
Oh Grima what have you done?
Gone and told another one?
It could be said you were once a man
now you are something none can stand
not even yourself.
Pity the starving man who stands
behind the cruel and cold wizards' gaze
Grima you have no honor nor love
to mourn your passing