Asternas

Black is the blood that flows down from the mountains

Poisoned are the veins that drench our once green pastures

We deserve our own suffering

a ruined nation without a king

Ashes fall like snow where once our forests stood

Whatever remains the salt will wither away

Asternas, once the glory of all the kingdoms, bright was our flame, great were the works we've

made

Where foreign lords gladly paid tribute and pilgrims renewed their faith

We deserve our own suffering

a ruined nation without a king

Asternas, our home. Once the glory of all the kingdoms

Bright was the flame of our wisdom. Great were the works of our hands

Where foreign lords gladly paid tribute and pilgrims sought to renew their faith, but for naught

For we have forgotten the desolation from which we once were raised and beggared the people we

swore to protect. Our arrogance wrought our downfall. That... and an empty throne in a ruined hall

Once we ruled as kings, glorious was our fame

Accursed is the land we once called our home

Chained down as slaves we're driven forth

Clinging unto what hope our future holds

Who will end our suffering?

who will become our new king?

We've forgotten the desolation we once were in, we beggared the people we swore to protect

Our arrogance had wrought our own downfall and an empty throne in a ruined hall