Ballad of Estoria

Inside the heart of

These Great walls are

Spirits that cry to us,

Fortify the Walls of this City

Lest we lose our sacred-ground!

For I dreamed of a City

With no walls, vulnerable if found...

I dreamed again, again of a City,

With a treasure that's destined to be found.


Deaf rules this world,

Arrogance controls Kingdoms

When Elyonesus is forgotten

Until his child is born-

A child who will take pity

On the protection of this Mystic City,


Who is this child that

Will save a Lost City?


Will this child dream?

Will this child deem to restore

What the past has torn down?

Will his children be

A guiding light for those

Who will die now?

Can this child save a

Defense-less City whose

Walls have been knocked down?