The people of Forliner
Were happy and healthy
In their little village
On top the green hills.

Until the day when
A man came to them
All covered in beard
And with a robe in hand.

He said to them:
“I am here,
You have waited,
Many years for me”.

The people looked at him
And replied:
“Who are you whom we wait?”
They said all at once.

“I am your son,
Your father, Your mother,
I am your friend,
And I am your brother”.

The people heard this
And laughed for a bit
Until they realized
He was indeed who he said.

So they sat him down
They washed him there
They took out their knifes
And cut his hair.

Then they said unto him:
“We know who you are,
You are our dead”
They said with a tear.

He left them there
He left for somewhere
They never saw him again
So they all waited for death.