Ishalem, Ishalem, Ishalem Ancient city of legends and hope Ship upon a lost shore Sacred faiths tied to one another Strain against each other. Walls enclose and yet divide Sow the gold of glory, Feed the fires of faith, Claim the heart, the heart of truth, Reap the harvest of hate. Ishalem, Ishalem, Ishalem Streets are scoured clean by salty winds Windows glitter like colored gems Turrets sparkle with gold Canals like silver ribbons Lead us to the heart of all Sow the gold of glory, Feed the fires of faith, Claim the heart, the heart of truth, Reap the harvest of hate. Pilgrims journey to behold you, Home of wisdom, pure and true, Even eagles flying high They can't see all your majesty. Towers rise beside the sea Standing guard against our foes No merchant can buy you No scholar can know you No priest can bend your will No ... Sow the gold of glory, Feed the fires of faith, Claim the heart, the heart of truth, Reap the harvest of hate. A careless spark and ready blame Consume the ancient walls in flame. And so the wae begins ...