Far distant capital
On the Ilmyuin slopes
Where once was held
The hopes and dreams of all
Where white towers rose
Grandiose spires to the clouds
Touching the very heavens
Bringing them closer to the earth
The pride of all mankind
But now who can say
What has become of the city
For it has not been seen
Since the great ice fell
Covering the northern realms
In shadow and snow
Perhaps one day
In distant times to come
The pure cobalt walls
Of that lost city
Will shimmer once again
Beneath the light of a resurgent sun