Alas, Spring has sprung
Warming Rains, the grass has riz
Time to Kill the grizz
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Alas, Spring has sprung
Warming Rains, the grass has riz
Time to Kill the grizz
Bandits in the sun
They are having lots of fun
Until they get burnt!
New Territory!
You conquer your enemies
May your land flourish
rains wash away peace
summer breeze brings uneasy calm
war begins anew
hold dominion
One thousand, eight thousand years,
While from the pebbles
Becomes a huge rock,
All wheat fields are dead
The citizens can't make bread
All will starve to death
My gold mine ran dry
I have no money to buy
Time to start over
Hardwood hard to cut
Hardwood cutters cut too slow
Hardwood sawmills wait
Alone in the Land
Farming to eat and survive
Longing for truth now
To beat the dry heat
We all drink brew in the shade
Of our dark castles