How is your beauty burned to ashes?
O Land of Jewels!
Why are the shouts and triumphs of joy turned into despair and cry of pain?
Why is your place of worship exchanged with an altar of human sacrifice?
The sound of gunshot for the music and loud explosions for the rhythmic drums?
I sat down and wonder how the Golden Age did disappear and the clock ticks past 12 of the the Harmonious Era.
Or if it was just a good night's dream of Patalal.
Beautiful people that spoke goodwill wishes have change their tones into cursing;
brotherhood bonds of the past are kept in...