In stone sleep the galumn lays,
never knowing the world's ways.
One day the galumn awakes,
many souls does it take;

Hades grounds overflow;
On the world the galumn takes its toll.
For punishment of being lazy,
The world grows dark and hazy:

A dreary, dark and dreadful den;
The galumn clears the world of sin.
Many people lay and die,
Many children let out mournful cries.

When the smoke clears,
There are no more tears,
No more people to be found,
Not a whisper or a sound,

Not a sign of the human race.
The world a quiet, soundless place.
Then two small cries let out:
Two small children left about.



 
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