When the sun is at its highest, Or its lowest Extending your day, Or cutting it short A phenomenon that happens twice a year

A ring of water, guarding the castle, Protecting the throne, be it lord or vassal. A liquid hug around old towers, Keeping enemies at bay for hours.

What region of the streets stabs you in the back?

Built to reflect her dear homeland In the realm of hand for a hand I am known by word of mouth Which may have named me too far south I may only put ten, such facts suck So please just name the lands of Marduk

Where new stars are born and old stars go to die