I see the callous plumes rise highAnd wonder why they have to dieWhy the city’s end is nighInto the sky the embers fly The jewel of Allano’s brideOnce home to those who lived and laughedNow martyr for the nation’s prideThe
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The Burn of Her Javelin
Farning hymn of war, -0y. Translated by Adtne of Kwawha. Black sky! They cry.Black moon! They cry.For we are the ones who wrestled the ringsAnd we are the ones who tackle the beast. Gaze upon the walls of Farning and
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Thunder
The thunder of the plains, so deep, so loudWho could make such force that quakes the soul?I look to the horizon that once seemed so farAnd now there is only blackness underneath the heavy sky.Pressures of the deep under the
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A Song from the Otigos
A song from the Ogitos, translated. To be played with accompanying instruments, preferably lyre, shong, and drum. “Turn your ears and eyes to the heavens! Turn your ears and eyes to the heavens! Praise. Tigan was the first. We are
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