[Talk]
Let me tell a tale.
Of the fall of an ancient land
One of power, one so grand
Lost to time, but it still exist
through these words you learn the rest
[talk]
In a valley lush and grand,
Elaria stood, a noble land.
With temples high and gardens wide,
A place of peace and endless pride.
[Guitar solo]
[Talk}
Wise elders led with steady hand,
Ensuring growth across the land.
But drought then came, the rivers dried,
Crops withered, hope began to slide.
[Guitar Solo]
[Talk]
Earthquakes followed, shaking ground,
Toppling buildings all around.
The people questioned, fear took hold,
Once united, now turned cold.
[Talk]
Prophecy spoke of gods’ great test,
Sacrifice could bring them rest.
A ceremony, prayers, and plea,
Yet still the ground shook violently.
[Talk]
Chaos spread, the temple split,
Despair took hold, hope unlit.
Elaria, once a beacon bright,
Now lost to time, reclaimed by night.
[Talk]
Nature covered what was grand,
A forgotten, ancient land.
A legend now, a tale of old,
Of harmony and fate's strong hold.
[instrumental]
[talk]
Through this tale
through this song
The memory of this land will live on
[fade out]