After the Sacred Flood
We lived for awhile in the mud
Survived not in the way that we should
We bathed our hatred in blood
The Four Wars, also called the Great Cull
Fanatics, our ranks were full
We took great pleasure in being cruel
And Human kindness - the rarest of jewels
Life was a nightmare after the sacred flood
After the 10th year of May
We stumbled and lost our way
Now the ghosts of all those we cut down
Keep us from ever sleeping sound
Life was a nightmare after the sacred flood
If only we could wake up