The Curse

Wither up the Earth with my pain
 May the rain disappear
 May you struggle with hunger
 Wither up the Earth with my grief
 Every flower every leaf,
 May it fall to the ground
 Wither up the harvest with a curse
 I reverse what I gave, I can give it no longer
 Tangled are the tresses of my hair
 I don't care anymore whether golden or grey
 Dry, my veins filled with sand, my heart is a desert
 Brittle and broken
 Frozen, wasted, my feet as they're searching are scorching the land
 Suffer as a suffer may you feel all the pain that I feel
 Like a sea without water
 Deceived, denied. Your greed, your lies. splintered
 Return me my daughter! Return me my daughter
 Curse you curse you curse you my brothers
 The sky and the shadow, betrayed
 Curse you curse you curse you my brothers
 Your temples untended and barren the land
 Winter, my hands become knives, my eyes become crystals
 Empty, Naked
 Dry, unable to cry. The last of my tears fell long from my eyes