Two continents – Tierra and Uraba – are connected by a thin isthmus of land. Two religions crown together in a city that both consider sacred: Ishalem. After ages of friction and resentment, at last the leaders of Tierra and Uraba come to the holy city to sign a treaty that will guarantee peace. But an accidental fire begins during the celebrations … and Ishalem is consumed in the inferno. Each side blames the other, and swords are raised.
Ishalem, Ishalem, Ishalem
Ancient city of legends and hope, Ship upon a lost shore, Sacred faiths tied to one another, Strain against each other. Walls enclose and yet divide.
Sow the gold of glory, Feed the fires of faith, Claim the heart, the heart of truth, Reap the harvest of hate. Ishalem, Ishalem, Ishalem
Streets are scoured clean by salty winds, Windows glitter like colored gems, Turrets sparkle with gold, Canals like silver ribbons, Lead us to the heart of all.
Sow the gold of glory, Feed the fires of faith, Claim the heart, the heart of truth, Reap the harvest of hate.
Pilgrims journey to behold you, Home of wisdom, pure and true, Even eagles flying high, They can't see all your majesty.
Towers rise beside the sea, Standing guard against our foes. No merchant can buy you. No scholar can know you. No priest can bend your will. No ...
Sow the gold of glory, Feed the fires of faith, Claim the heart, the heart of truth, Reap the harvest of hate.
A careless spark and ready blame Consume the ancient walls in flame.
And so the war begins ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
