Living under her own shadow for all she has been known,
Built with the effort of a thousand souls,
Once a land of eternal downpour,
The birthplace of Gaia's best warriors,
Remember when you were young and wild?
Burmecia, land of empty fallows.
Burmecia, land of lonely foreigners.
And they say you were once great and proud,
Different words in different places,
The old who grew on her prime
Tell a story of brother against brother,
The betrayal of a blood promise
Over the ownership of a worthless gem,
Terrible events cascading like dominoes,
Jigsaw falling into incorrect places,
Conflicts that brought so much needless lament.
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every hapless soldier's sigh,
Grief, ruin and despair,
Famine, pestilence, skeletons in the crowd,
Burmecia, the self-reflecting image of the end of times.