To thee I speak of horror
the kind not to touch.
My words are simple,
stop now or be dead.
Do not hurt.
Do not hesitate.
Thy shall do what I say,
or be burned by your own fire.

I am here to help you,
but help you do not allow.
Please take my words and
use them wisely.
My kind will not back down,
you have hurt the Earth
too much.

"Stop! Let them be
free!
Or we will take back it's
rightful place for nature."

It could be pleasant,
but if people do not
change...
there will be blood.
My kind does not like the treatment you have place
on this beautiful land.

Let me warn you one more
time.
Do not hurt.
Don't push.
No hesitation.
Your rain is over,
and pure water will
take your place.

Thy shall not hurt,
or dead you will be.
To thee I speak of horror,
now let them be free.