There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over... Faint to my ears came the gathered rumor of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow everlasting groan of overburdened stone.
J. R. R. TolkienAlive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.
J. R. R. Tolkien