Zoltavian National Anthem - performed by David Shane Smith
00:00 / 00:00In no other place
Can we live by the light
Of candles made of gold
In no other place
Can we shine like
A flame in the center of a flower
We land on the shore
But we were born here
We grow from the ground
We have escaped to
In no other place
Are there riches so vast
They are shared between our souls
When the compass is not sure
When the star cannot explain
We will always
Follow ourselves home
written by David Shane Smith