Tartaria – The Land They Burned

Tartaria – The Land They Burned

At the edge of maps, where memories fade,
an empire slept in golden shade.
Towers of crystal, palaces of light,
buried in silence in one dark night.

A flood of mud consumed the crown,
swallowed the cities, dragged them down.
And children taken on orphan trains,
so none would recall their ancient names.

Chorus:
Tartaria, pearl of the skies,
your name erased, replaced with lies.
Parasites burned your shining lands,
and wrote new history with their hands.

They set the libraries of truth aflame,
rewrote the past, denied your name.
“They never existed,” the liars say,
but echoes remain that won’t decay.

The orphan trains are cries of time,
stolen children, stolen line.
In their eyes the light still glows,
a hidden fire the darkness knows.

Chorus:
Tartaria, pearl of the skies,
your name erased, replaced with lies.
Parasites burned your shining lands,
and wrote new history with their hands.

Yet the earth remembers every trace,
and the stars still whisper in their place.
Tartaria, you will rise again —
when silence burns the parasites’ chain.