This cloak that covers my dear mother is now just soaked in crimson liquid
Mother Gia let's her tears fall as she feels her children's blood smear her dear earthly surface
War has ruined her mind, dragging at her heart
Darkness creeping from the surface, leaving this battle a place to start
Children drown in envy and greed
Leaving mother to think what she had done wrong
In raising her dear children, what had brought around the haunted song?
But now the light is against the dark, and the fighting must go on.
And mother will continue to be cover, coated by her children's blood.