The sky is spitting out fire, Tomorrow will never come for us, Steel men speed across the dust, The poor sleep amongst the rust, Drinking blood is shit, Water ain’t as thick, These lands are ours, Goblins' time is now.

We never had enough Standing here in the past Whatever is here and now Lets rip the earth apart What can we take? More Mining for Promises of more What can we take? More It's wealth and It's greed, death and violence Whatever we can take More

I fell Into the search for precious metal Mud and stone here Blood thrones and fear I don't want a purpose Waste away for surplus I fell Into the search for precious metals Mud and stone here Blood thrones and fear I don't want a purpose At all I fell Into the search for precious metal

In fields once green, now brown and sere With heavy hearts, we toil in fear The crops we sowed with hope so high Now withered 'neath a sorrowing sky The sun did scorch, with fierce embrace Its fiery rays, a dire disgrace Our labor, lost to nature's ire A cruel twist of fate's desire No gentle rains to quench the thirst Of seeds and soil, we are accursed The heavens withheld their tears so dear Leaving us in the grip of sheer The winds, they howled a mournful tune As barren fields became the moon Our barns stand empty, larders bare A bitter taste of life unfair With weary backs and eyes downcast We mourn the harvest's blighted cast For in our toil and sweat, we find A cruel truth of life unkind Yet in our hearts, a spark remains A hope to mend what fate disdains To rise again with strength renewed And face the future, unsubdued For though the land lies fallow now We'll sow again with furrowed brow In centuries toil, we'll strive To bring forth life, and dreams revive Through sun and rain, and winds that wail We'll toil the earth, with hearts set sail And pray for better days ahead When harvest's bounty will be spread In the depths of night, a seed did grow Within each heart, a fire aglow A thirst for vengeance, fierce and bold A tale of retribution, to be told With every loss, the embers burned A yearning for the tides to turn The bad harvest, a bitter stain To wash away with wrath's disdain No longer in despair we'll bow But rise like thunder, fierce and proud The vengeful spirits, they shall rise To claim what's lost, beneath dark skies Through ancient woods, we'll silently creep A vow of silence, secrets we'll keep To forge a pact, in shadows' lair With spirits guiding, truth laid bare With moonlit glow upon our path We'll seek the ones who caused our wrath Their hearts, as barren as our fields Shall yield to fate, as darkness wields Through vengeance' dance, our steps shall wend The circle closed, no room to mend Each reaper reaps what they have sown A harvest of their very own But in revenge, a warning bell A cautionary tale we'll tell For in the cycle, life's decree The harvest sown, returned to thee