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Kissed by sun on summer's morn, Fertile land where I was born, Nagnang -- home of the dead. Merchants carried out their trade, Lovers laughed, and children played, in Nagnang -- home of the dead. Then the grim outsiders came, Robbed and murdered in greed's name, in Nagnang -- home of the dead. King betrayed us in his greed For things we neither want nor need in Nagnang -- home of the dead. All we had, death has consumed, Gravestones stand where gardens bloomed, in Nagnang -- home of the dead. Wealth, homes, lives have all been taken, Exiles now, alone, forsaken, in Nagnang -- home of the dead. Though our hopes have atrophied, Our dreams are blighted, not our pride. Mourn we not for those who died, We'll meet them on the other side, When Kugnae is -- home of the dead. [Penned by Worldwalker.] | |