The Land of Woe

Once a green meadow
Vibrant rays of sun and life
Now turns to shadow
All fall in a world of strife
Finding good use of the knife

Anger pulses freely through
Transgression flowing from deep
Hope is gone, anguish past due
Our lives are not for us to keep

Far from world and will
Now a land of ice and snow
Means to strike a deal
I turn must not leave and go
Soul stays in the land of woe

Doom, Discord, all thrust inward
Second we are to find hate
Praise the Lord, cast us outward
Pay the fee for bitter Fate