The Unlands

We burned it all down, time and time again

Now it's a few thousand acres holding the line

Between the bustling city, the pride of the northcountry man

And the people to the south, silently taking in

The greenest of fields, the fog and the dew

The glorious remnants, a land we once knew

It's amazing to see, just what we had then

It's good to be back, back in The Unlands again

The monks used to walk, across these fields and back

For hundreds of years, their steps formed the only track