Haste to the Fire
So sudden has my land to die in beliefs and honors proclaim that which ensures their only fate A survival that meant disgust, in my land so innocent... so fragile to touch.
Hence, with their sudden fear and hate two worlds collide in big tremor. Crushing the sands deep below them, as their worthless needs rise above their worthless lives... in my worthy land
So haste with fire and kill them all! it will not matter the lives they've thrown For I have grown weak in compassion, for their weak soul... and my weak land.