The valley was peaceful and calm
The soothing breeze scratching on their skin
Sweating blood out of their skin
They were crawling on the ground
Chasing a path into the dark
Screaming out their pain
Waiting for their scars to be washed away
Their lips cracked, their feet dried out
Waiting to be reincarnated again
The flood is coming to get them
The flood is on its way
The seeds of the horde are scattered around
The valley was peaceful and calm again
The flood is coming to get them
The flood is on its way