Forests lost their vitality, seas and lakes turns into pools of tears

Dreadful nights heard children cries

pale men don't look at skies

Parched throat in search of water, awful ravens sparkly eyes

Gods leads away their rich chariots, from smashed land and empty goblets



Dearth, able to yield a whole folk

Plague, slaughter of proud Thyrsenoi

A black horse runs so raw and wild

His clogs beat our dry land



Sail!!! Sail!!! Sail!!! Away from this scorched land!!!

Sail!!! Sail!!! Away from plague and Dearth!!!!

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