Slechtvalk - Asternas lyrics
[Slechtvalk - Asternas lyrics]
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
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