I am the last one here, my children I buried in early spring
Through the summer I will mourn with my life
Will she die too?
Now I wonder when it is time for me,
And who will place me in my grave
The forests around this house seem to whisper that time is soon
Thogh the meadows are ever so green, though the sun still do shine
Lord, can you hear me and say what we have done wrong?
And where did we fail in our faith in you?
We were told of a spreading death in the south of our kingdom
By travellers that passed our land in the end of a pale dead winter
Stories we were told of how they had passed village by village
Were all lay dead in rot, and silence had been all
The roads untrodden for miles

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