In My Alienage

In my alienage was a vhenadahl

Great tree from days of old

But when the arl needed lumber

They cut the vhenadahl down

Down down down

Down down down

In my alienage was my lover

With dark hair and eyes of brown

And we were to be married

Then my love was stolen down

In my alienage was a tavern

And a barkeep of fifty years

With a wife and three young daughters

Who in flames all disappeared

In my alienage was a baker

Who from scraps made the finest food

She snuck sweets to all the children

But they burned the bakery too

In my alienage was 5000

Until the Blight came and wiped us out

And the nobles feared infection

And they burned my alienage down

Down down down (down down down)

Down down down (down down down)

Down down down (down down down)

Down down down (down down down)