Desolated Land

This lifeless ground Deserted land Pines without the needles Fields of sand Scorched by the sun Desolated land Burned by the grand Goddess of fire Millstones grinding ash Scorched earth and withered fields Like the bones of the fallen Grains dry as dust Harvest the barren land All seeds have been sown Not a single straw has grown Bring down the rain Let the waters pour as a flood Great father summon the storm Let the woodlands reborn Bring forth the winds Forge the fires into the sky Northern fields grown bone dry Soil hard as a stone Roots shatter the bedrock Waiting for the waters to come Extinguish the fires of the sun Bring down the rain Let the waters pour as a flood Great father summon the storm Let the woodlands reborn Bring forth the winds Forge the fires into the sky Northern fields grown bone dry