The sadness:
My soil is grey and raped,
With a black curtain, draped.
The wind, like a deep breath,
Brought the chaos of Seth.

The despair:
Extinction...

The melancholy:
It was along the woods that I felt
The beauty of the land which will melt.

The sadness:
I heard the cries of the ancient trees,
The human plague brought the disease.
Eorþ is tired and sick of this time,
The roaring plague will be cleaned like grime.

The damned woods lie under no memory,
The devastated lands remain empty.
Everything will disappear.

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