Wolfheart - 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 rеborn
Bring forth the winds
Forge the firеs into the sky
Northern fields grown bone dry

Soil hard as a stone
Roots shatter the bedrock
Waiting for the waters to come
And 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