Return to Astragard

We break the dawn above the polar glare,

Carving cold arcs through stratospheric breath.

Hyperion’s bow cleaves a world unaware,

We chase old legends beyond living death.

Our catwalk shudders beneath venturous tides,

A steady metre of pistons and steel.

Gauze of mist coils where folly resides,

And every screw sings of daring zeal.

Astragard emerges from salted deep,

A citadel at the centre of dreams.

Fires frozen in countless keeps

Call us to wander where ancestry gleams.

We tread the streets of silvered bone,

Where echoes of timber whisper lore.

Grandfathers’ voices carved in stone

Murmur of battles beyond the shore.

The skies bleed colour in ruby and jade,

A living tapestry spun on high.

We taste the promise that ages have made

In whispered winds beneath endless sky.

Our blades trace runes of distant light,

Mapping the will of gods in ice.

Yet heartbeats echo beyond mere sight—

Longing for truths in sacrifice.

When darkness shatters the sageheart’s veil

We kindle dawn through frozen veins.

Astragard trembles at every hail,

Awake to torrents of argent rains.

Now turning home where horizons burn,

We carry stars in marrow and mind.

For those who wander never truly return—

Their passage reweaves the ties that bind.

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