>>86271454In southern lands of PCGen3k,
Where shield volcanoes rise and sway,
Their gentle slopes stretch far and wide,
Beneath the smoky, ashen sky.
With trembling hearts, the earth does speak,
Through molten veins, the mountains weep,
Yet rarely fierce, their lava flows,
A steady breath in molten glow.
The skies are gray, with ash that falls,
A gentle rain that coats the walls,
And in this land of fire and steam,
The Ohmies thrive, where waters gleam.
Sayamanders, bright and bold,
Dance where lava streams unfold,
In harmony with nature’s might,
They call this fiery land their right.
For though the ground may crack and quake,
The life that blooms does not forsake,
In southern PCGen3k's grace,
A molten heart, a peaceful place.
