In the plains and hills that king Constantine did reign,
The city of Liluim stood afore rolling hills as his jewel,
Alas now she is not to her denzines but the black deaths fuel,
It started with a pig, then a cow and now not even a grain,
Nor man can escape it's bane; upon the land it leaves a stain;
The practitioners of thanatology remain deadlocked in a never-ending duel;
"Why doeth death visit my village each night, is death merely cruel"?
The question on every lip apon my visit; asked by those who remain;
I reap the weeds so that new life may be sowed; so the field may grow,
Such as I steal the life from the mouse and give it to cat since,
Any creature that escapes death will feast until his decay is rife;
Look where once I took so many, where doors were marked a meadow I bestow,
Liluim's resting place is not the only place graced with birth, a new prince,
With a new town is born by the sea, her grounds filled with plenty of wildlife.