Hello, it's me, the one who put you in the cold.
Hi, it's me, the one that took your sanity.
Hey, it's me, the one who ravaged fields of long-past old.
Do you remember me?
Look before you. What do you see?
You were told of distant lands and times before,
Long ago, it was never seen, and only told.
Sailors whispered it on their home shore.
But it's your own fault.
You could see,
Your's truly, on everyone's faces.
Getting more and more obvoius, slowly.
Passing by, avoidong, 'the others'.
My grasp is cold.
Don't you think it's a shame,
That, neanderthals did it,
and I'm still here today?
What's the dying all for?
It was never like this before.
Sailors whispered of it on their home shore.
War.

