tell me, tell me

in these new lands

we’ve just settled

our little civilization, flourishing

We’ll become something big someday

We’ll become something big someday

They all say

A few decades pass

We’ve learned

In these new lands

Disease goes untamed

Weather unpredictable

Death left and right

Crops fail

Monsters lurk in the shadows

And war

War breaks out

War breaks out

Between the settlers

Between the noblemen

Between man and monster

Between settler and land

Between animals

War breaks out

War breaks out

It just makes us wish we weren’t here

Wish we didn’t have to suffer

Wish there were no monsters

Wish there were crops

Wish we didn’t have to antagonize about death

Wish the weather could be tamed

Wish there were no diseases

Wish, there was no war

Our little civilization is no longer flourishing

We won’t become something big someday

We won’t… become something big someday