The Tomb of Satrisar

So peaceful now is the simple stone 

That makes up the tomb of Satrisar 

Nestled amongst the roses of every hue 

And stature and size 

So quiet is the water that flows 

From the spring of the deep 

In the middle of the holy garden 

Of the tomb of Satrisar

How peaceful do they abide

Those who come from all around 

To pray and dream amongst the lilies 

That stand watch at the door 

Of the tomb of Satrisar 

But how unlike today 

Was this ground 3000 years ago 

When war was waged from dusk to dawn 

And kingdoms were builded in blood and bone 

In the days of Satrisar 

How peaceful was her domain 

Though small behind the gilded gates 

But peaceful cannot stand indifferent 

When evil comes knocking 

At the gates of Satrisar 

How valiantly how valiantly 

The men of Satrisar fought 

The hands that held pens and thimbles 

Can still hold the sword 

No less bravely than the warrior 

But still the fall came 

To the people of Satrisar 

The streets were slick with blood 

When bound they led the Queen 

Tied with her own rope 

To the center of the town 

The holy garden of Satrisar

Covered her they did 

In fresh spilt pig's blood 

And mocked her before the people 

For the last and most bitter defeat 

Of Queen Satrisar 

She died upon the moss of her garden 

To the cruelest of ways

Then the victors left empty-handed

This war to them but petty play 

And the tears of heaven 

Fell upon the ashes of Satrisar 

Those who remained rebuilt what they could 

Houses, a market, a temple,

But most of all 

A monument to peace 

A garden for Queen Satrisar 

Now come ye to her now 

Take off your sandals 

And wade out into the stream 

Sit under the shade of the trees 

That watched the death of Satrisar 

Pray and thank all you believe 

That now you live in peace 

And remember the blood that paid 

As you lay your hand on the Tomb 

A proud Son of Satrisar