Baskadia

Take me home,

when acute winds blow

causing chaos on our land.

When the blazing sun focuses

it's piercing rays twice as hard

starving everyone and leaving them in supplication.

When tectonic plates shift

vexing the surface of the earth by

collapsing buildings and burying

men underneath, painfully slaying them.

Take me home when I have nothing left on me, when I have nothing to be proud of, when I'd rather die than living with this aching void in me.

Oh my dearest darling,

take me home!