Under the Ruins
The world is rumbling while the sun is still shining.
Branches and thorns are dancing and calling storms.
Waves of wrath are breaking on the ground
And fire is coming from lightning.
I read a book about the death of the Stag God.
Under the ruins, some children will survive
But the sea water will be a murderer.
Birds are gathering, wolves are howling in the dark forests
And my grand pa tells me that something will happen…
I read a book about the die of the Stag God…
The death of the Stag God, the death of the world
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