Afore onward rhythm, prosperity ruled the lands.
On the dawning of the turnings, great fires burned the lands.
Ensuing onward rhythm, desolation rules the lands.
It is the era of seasons.
It is the era of turnings.
It is the era of rhythms.
In the days after the burnings.
Along the winding river, like branches of a tree.
In every direction, the lands of Ashshore you will see.