Ashkelon… City of salt and blood… Beneath the shadow of empires… You breathe your final dawn… Beneath the weight of eastern crowns The tides no longer answer you Iron tribute, fractured thrones Your gods fall silent in the dunes Assyrian chains still scar your stones A borrowed breath, a fleeting reign You stand adorned in fading gold Yet tremble at a greater name Whispers ride the desert wind A storm of kings draws ever near ASH-KEL-ON! Drown in fire, swallowed whole ASH-KEL-ON! Your name carved into ash and stone Empires rise upon your fall No bloodline left to claim the throne Siege towers claw against the sky Ancient walls begin to break The king of kings demands your end There is no tribute left to take Children of a shattered god Your altars drown in dust and flame The last defenders meet the void Erased before they speak their name You were the last… The final echo… Of a people swallowed whole by time… Ash… Kel… On… Crushed beneath imperial will History sealed in burning stone ASH-KEL-ON! No gods answer, no kings remain ASH-KEL-ON! Consumed by fire, erased in flame From Assyrian chains to Babylon’s wrath Your final breath becomes your path Ashkelon… Forever gone… A name the silence carries on…
