Right here is where they dug.
Such rumors led to the destruction
of this beautiful place;
Rumors of gold, riches, release.
But the wonder is long gone from once was.
Before, birds used to flit about the trees,
and fawns were seen in the meadow
just there, over the rise.
But nothing exists here now;
Only the stinking decay of what mining left behind.
After build-up and preparations,
they came as a destructive force;
Ripping, tearing, gouging their marks into the earth.
The screams of the machines were all that existed...
Now all is silent; not a single thing survives.
Nothing lives after this damage;
Nothing lives after these veins of gold
were so mercilessly drained from this Earth.
And nothing is heard as tears
mix with this bloodied scene.
