Lirama

Long ago, before the Third Great Cataclysm reshaped the face of creation
one nation rose above all others in the antediluvian world... Atlantis

Hear the call Atlanteans, proud we stand forever
Mightiest of warriors, we sail across the sea
Conquering the ancient world, a legacy eternal
Raise the arcane sigil high, steel and sorcery
Blessed with immortality, dreaming spires of majesty, glory crowns our destiny

Your realm is lost... it shall be devoured by the sea

And so it was written in the stars, astride the world would stand the children
of Atlantis

And yet disturbingly, another voice, a wholly darker and more malevolent
presence, can be perceived lurking within the ancient body of the inscriptions
an ominous tone which prophesizes doom and ruination for the Atlantean realm
speaking of a disastrous cataclysm foretold in the stars when the sun would
burn black and the agents of some unfathomable evil would besiege Atlantis
ultimately compelling the seas to rise and devour the continent, leaving no
trace of the glory which once was. These passages seem to have been
deliberately obscured, and this fact combined with the passage of countless
aeons and the embrace of the eternally shifting sands lamentably prevents me
from translating the inscriptions on the fragment any further