The pasteurs green, br a tillers bread; br have long become barren. br br The mountains white, br a delight to eyes; br have been tinted crimson. br br The waters calm, br a peace to the soul; br are now turbulent. br br The air pure, br life of the valley; br stinks now - of Death. br br The paradise on earth, br has been turned into, br a graveyard of bliss.