Nevergreen: The misery of separation (Prologue)

From the mouth of sanctified soothsayers

From the eyes of the ever-mourning spectral soldiers

From the ears of the scavengers, who roams the wast wilds

Across the grey mountains in the west

Past the rust-clad valleys of the south

Over the snow-covered tundras of the north

To the weeping forests in the east


No-one seems to care

No-one seems to mind

A burden to one, a relief for another

True effort will always make things easy”

Is that so?

Nothing easy, is worth achieving

And who would ever put true effort into the worthless?

-No man would, and no man ever will-


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