[Verse, Farmer]
Smoke in the sky, and my wheat won’t rise,
Ash where the garden once opened its eyes.
Creeper came sudden, with thunder and flame,
And nothing this morning still feels the same.
The fences are gone, the animals fled,
I count all the ruins and bury my dread.
[Chorus]
This was our life, where the golems stood tall,
Where the crops grew slow and the troubles were small.
But silence now rings where the laughter had grown—
It’s broken, it’s burning,
It’s no longer home.
[Verse, Librarian]
Books torn apart, all the pages blown wide,
My shelves overturned like the tide rolled inside.
The player came through, took the best that I had,
Left only footprints, and nothing but sad.
My lantern flickers, my windows are black,
And nothing I’ve read ever warned me of that.
[Chorus]
This was our life, where the golems stood tall,
Where the crops grew slow and the troubles were small.
But the fire spread fast and the mobs overthrown—
It’s haunted, it’s hollow,
It’s no longer home.
[Verse, Nitwit]
I watched from the hill as the bell wouldn’t ring,
The golem lay still, not protecting a thing.
I used to just sit, without worry or care—
Now the bench is in pieces, the flowers aren’t there.
I don’t understand why the peace had to end,
Or why all that’s left is the loss of a friend.
[Bridge, Cleric]
I held the last potion while shadows crept in,
And prayed for a light where the dark had been.
The altar is shattered, the roof caved in stone,
I whisper my rites to the dust, alone.
[Chorus]
This was our life, where the golems stood tall,
Where the crops grew slow and the troubles were small.
Now danger still prowls though the raiders have gone—
It’s ashes and echoes,
It’s no longer home.
[Outro, Child]
I don’t chase the bees or play by the tree…
I just dream of the village we used to be.