The Black Star Belongs To Me

by Antigonus Bearbait (Toby A. Pugh)



The great sun of Atenveldt reddens the sky, burning brightly that all may see.
But above the horizon climbing high, the black star belongs to me.

Each lord and each lady descends from the line, of black and gold parentage we.
So, stand with your kingdom, your hand in mine, the black star belongs to me.

The babe in his cradle now closing his eyes, shall one day look up and shall see.
And, lifting his voice, cry, "Arise!  Arise!  The black star belongs to me."

Oh, Motherland, hearken you ear to the sound!  Your children together shall be
Lifting our voices with great resound, "The black star belongs to me."