Lieve Aarde,

Crashing rocks and Wave spray, blizzards bleached rock, death, decay. An awkward lot, marooned, lost. Liefe Aarde, ik mis je.

Plagued and sick, corrupt and rotten, caves of black, killers, plotters. An uncertain fate, dying in place. Liefe Aarde, ik mis je.

No other have I met, one so creative, so obscene I have wept. And yet all I hold dear, all I Love, all I fear, is entwined with your warmth and your cold. So before I am old, I hope to love you once more, through your baronness, coldness and strife. Is it you I resent or the hole in my heart, oh how I miss you, and love you

Liefe Aarde