Scythia
Scythia (/ˈsɪθiə/; Ancient Greek: Σκυθική, Skythikē) was a region of Central Eurasia in classical antiquity, occupied by the Eastern Iranian Scythians, encompassing parts of Eastern Europe east of the Vistula River and Central Asia, with the eastern edges of the region vaguely defined by the Greeks. The Ancient Greeks gave the name Scythia (or Great Scythia) to all the lands north-east of Europe and the northern coast of the Black Sea.
The Scythians – the Greeks' name for this initially nomadic people – inhabited Scythia from at least the 11th century BC to the 2nd century AD. Its location and extent varied over time but usually extended farther to the west than is indicated on the map opposite.
Scythia was a loose state that originated as early as 8th century BC. Little is known of them and their rulers. The most detailed western description is by Herodotus, though it is uncertain he ever went to Scythia. He says the Scythians' own name for themselves was "Scoloti". The Scythians became increasingly settled and wealthy on their western frontier with Greco-Roman civilization.
1306 Scythia
1306 Scythia (1930 OB) is a main-belt asteroid discovered on July 22, 1930, by Grigory Neujmin at Simeiz Observatory.
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- ...of Conquest released: 2014
- ...Of War released: 2010
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...Of Exile
by: ScythiaCharging soldiers race on foot
With pounding hearts
Through blazing heat
An ordeal fraught with hopeless odds
They press on towards the keep
Tactics of an ancient king
Seen as ruin from a blinded eye
Battle has come
To this fortress of lies
Balancing the art of war
The flames never die
Battle has come
To this fortress of lies
Balancing the art of war
The fear in their eyes
Arrows soaring overhead
Burning oil drinks the dead
Few in number heroes charge through
The gate and the courtyard
Mayhem reigning on this field
Yells, screams and the clash of steel
Battle has come
To this fortress of lies
Balancing the art of war
The flames never die
Battle has come
To this fortress of lies
Balancing the art of war
The fear in their eyes
Up the ramparts they press ahead
Valor fills their noble hearts
In this hour of reckoning
Beyond thick walls of stone
An inner cloister rests
Where the high priest is waiting
With spite in his chest
No is the time
When two forces collide
Freedom versus dominance
At the fortress of lies