A blight upon these crops a drought upon the soil. They are all d**h's thankless deeds
That feed the shadowy things that bind this world to those unseen.
Oh all the shadowy things that thrive in each fearful void. Oh d**h's thankless deeds must claim
Every living thing, but so few go willingly.
At a distance denied and when faced begrieved. begging please no more drought upon
This soil, please no more blight upon these crops.
Oh how we misperceive d**hs thankless deeds ever feeding the dark.