After humanity's debt to the planet came due Our ancestors crawled from the wreckage of their sunken cities And out of the deserts where once they had grown food enough for millions Chance brought 30 survivors together, hundreds of miles to the south of here Worn down by storms and starvation, they set their sights northward And followed the coast to find a new home In the first days of their journey, they encountered three storms And had no protection The first storm killed four, the second took two The survivors had warning of the third For by then, they knew what weather signs to look for In their haste to find shelter They unknowingly entered the ruins of the old capitol The storm trapped them there And they fell victim to lingering poisons in the air and water Their minds became clouded Many were stricken with fever and flux 12 died, the survivors continued northward And when they came upon more ruins, they kept walking As they drew closer to the island on which we now dwell They encountered more survivors fleeing to the north As the roads grew crowded with desperate refugees So too they became rife with thievery and killing And three were lost to bandits on the road Six others were falsely accused of banditry And were lynched by other travelers The survivors kept to themselves after that Our ancestors were judged for their role in despoiling the Earth Along with the rest of their generation Their penalty was decimation When they arrived on this island Only three of the original 30 remained