Tortured by its fate

Ice cold and bloodless

Lies the land.

Soldiers at the gates

They doubt, in numbness

They'd be damned

City is caught in siege

Exhausted sorely

Cut from food

Palace of the liege

Left almost defenseless (left almost defenseless)

But proudly stood

Own or deprive

Multiply

Or burn it all down

Fire from the skies

Pyre [is

Amber turned to ash

Breadcrumbs turned to gold

Richest in the world

With pride and splendor

Art and skill

Swept by the horde

Violent and frightening

That came to steal, and rape, and kill

Vibrant as a flame

Now burned or lost

The grandeur is tamed

Only ash remains

Devoured at a cost

Of gold, power, and fame

Brothers!

Guard or forsake

Sanctify

Or burn it all down!

Fire from the skies

Pyre [is

Amber turned to ash

Breadcrumbs turned to gold.

Searching in the dark in vain

For amber burned in wicked flame

Fire from the skies carried

The wages of our lies and greed

The beauty turned to ash and grief!