Original Submissions by Anonymous of type 'Songs'
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The boy with the heart of a bird.
Added on Jun 15, 2010This song was overheard in the Allanaki Bazaar, sung by a rinth rat.
The boy with heart of bird did not fly,
the man he wants to be did die.
The girl he loves most, suprising,
when asked, see him not deserving
I want to be alone until suk-krath dies,
and what I know is maybe lies
Iiii-eeee do not die, when I close my eyes....
Iiii-eeee do not die, when I close my eyes....
But all I love go away
The boy with heart of bird did not fly,
he fell upward into black night.The boy with heart of bird did not fly,
the man he wants to be did die.
The girl he loves most, suprising,
when asked, see him not deserving
I want to be alone until suk-krath dies,
and what I know is maybe lies
Iiii-eeee do not die, when I close my eyes....
Iiii-eeee do not die, when I close my...
Continue Reading...All my love you have.
Added on Jun 15, 2010This was overheard in the Allanaki Bazaar, sung by a rinth rat.
In 'day' time, or in 'night' time, I be your friend.
You give me cup of love when you laugh.
When suk-krath go away, I will stay,
I love hear you say my name.
All my love you have."
You make my heart broke, and not know,
I feel most alone when you go-oooh.
I want make your heart feel best,
I make my singing prettiest.
All my love you have.
If you and me stay all day, I be your friend.
I love to most to see your face
Maybe you hurt me, or say lies,
Or when you wear my anklet white,
All my love you have.
In 'day' time, or in 'night' time, I be your friend.
You give me cup of love when you laugh.
When suk-krath go away, I will stay,
I love hear you say my name.
All my love you have."
You make my heart broke, and not know,
I feel most alone when you go-oooh.
I want make...
Continue Reading...Legends Past
Added on Nov 15, 2005This is actually only one of a set of lyrics that are fitted to the same song. They all begin the same, but each tell their own story. Very old, probably northern in origin.
O legends tell us many tales,
of the long lost past.
Of ancient seas that kissed the hills,
and held the Shield Wall fast.
No seas of silt were these
(think that not, o no!)
instead they were of waters deep
(its true, believe it so!)
A tower be my witness,
its light did guide the way
of wind-touched carts borne not on wheels
but waters of the bay.
It stands a lonely vigil (still!)
and mourns what time did steal,
for where the waters left away,
legends don't reveal.
O legends tell us many tales,
of the long lost past.
Of ancient seas that kissed the hills,
and held the Shield Wall fast.
No seas of silt were these
(think that not, o no!)
instead they were of waters deep
(its true, believe it so!)
A tower be my witness,
its light did guide the way
of...
Continue Reading...Two Moons
Added on Nov 15, 2005A cheerful tavern song that gets patrons singing along. Unknown origin.
O Jihae follows Lirathu,
through the sky and round.
Once a month he catches her,
and then he beds her down.
But while Jihae is sleeping,
sweet Lirathu does fly.
And when he wakes he starts anew,
the chase across the sky.
O Jihae follows Lirathu,
through the sky and round.
Once a month he catches her,
and then he beds her down.
But while Jihae is sleeping,
sweet Lirathu does fly.
And when he wakes he starts anew,
the chase across the sky.
And She Always Answered 'No'
Added on Feb 2, 2005A folksong apparently of Tuluki origin.
Yonder stands a pretty fair maiden, with her voice so sweet and low,
I'll go court her for her beauty, till she answers yes or no.
Yes or no, yes or no, till she answers yes or no.
Madam, I have come a-courting, it's your favor I do deign,
If you'll kindly answers pay me, then perhaps I'll come again.
Huh-uh, no, no, sir, no', and she always answered 'no'.
Madam, I have sid and silver, Madam, I have a house and land.
Madam, I have three fine wagons, all will be at your command.
Huh-uh, no, no, sir, no', and she always answered 'no'.
I don't want any of your sid and silver, I don't want your house and land.
I don't want your three fine wagons. All I want is a handsome man.
Huh-uh, no, no, sir, no', and she always answered 'no'.
Oh my darling, how I love you, it breaks my heart you treat me so.
Guess I'll go and marry above you; kiss me once before I go.
Huh-uh, no, no, sir, no', and she always answered 'no'.
Tell me once, and tell me truly, tell me why you scorn me so,
Tell me why, when asked a question, you will always answer no.
Huh-uh, no, no, sir, no', and she always answered 'no'.
My father was a fine brave hunter, and before he went away,
He told me I must answer that to everything that you might say.
Huh-uh, no, no, sir, no', and she always answered 'no'.
If while walking in the garden, plucking flowers all red and blue.
Tell me, would you be offended, if I walked and talked with you?
Huh-uh, no, no, sir, no', and she always answered 'no'.
If while walking in the garden, I should ask you to be mine,
If I tell you that I love you, would you then my heart decline?
Huh-uh, no, no, sir, no', and she always answered 'no'.
Adapted American Folksong
Yonder stands a pretty fair maiden, with her voice so sweet and low,I'll go court her for her beauty, till she answers yes or no.
Yes or no, yes or no, till she answers yes or no.
Madam, I have come a-courting, it's your favor I do deign,
If you'll kindly answers pay me, then perhaps I'll come...
Continue Reading...Black Dawn Death
Added on Feb 2, 2005This morbid little song was overheard for a long time in the Gaj in Allanak.
Black
with merest hint of life and movement
the shifty scutter of the wayward street
Dawn
full bloom like a desert flower spared the 'storm
filthy haze hanging over the marketplace
Death
slow crimson spread mingled with the lonely dust
struggling, frozen shape left sprawled in an alley
Blackwith merest hint of life and movement
the shifty scutter of the wayward street
Dawn
full bloom like a desert flower spared the 'storm
filthy haze hanging over the marketplace
Death
slow crimson spread mingled with the lonely dust
struggling, frozen shape left sprawled in an alley
Slave Song
Added on Feb 2, 2005Originally sung by slaves in the mines, this song has become popular in local establishments.
We slaves in Nakki's 'sidian mines, hurrah...hurrah.
We work and toil to pay our crimes, hurrah...hurrah!
We slave all day, we earn no wage,
and if we die, well that's ok,
Cause more will come to stand here in our place!
We used to think that we'd get out, hurrah...hurrah.
The trip was one-way there's no doubt, hurrah...hurrah!
We chip the stone and send it out,
The taskmasters they scream and shout,
And the whip marks scar our backs like burning fire!
We beg and plead to just be free, hurrah...hurrah.
Work harder men is their decree, hurrah...hurrah!
See that man there, hes twenty three,
But he'll be here till seventy,
And they bury his dried bones under our feet!
The Borsail lords they send their aid, hurrah...hurrah.
The slaves are ornrey but thats ok, hurrah...hurrah!
They draw the brunt of punishment,
There is no hope for their lament,
And they are beaten day and night without relent!
We used to think that it was cruel, hurrah...hurrah.
The mullish race is just a tool, hurrah...hurrah!
They are bred as slaves not free like me,
The lesser race, as all can see.
Their lives are w'out purpose, meaning, and their plight is dire.
We slaves in Nakki's 'sidian mines, hurrah...hurrah.We work and toil to pay our crimes, hurrah...hurrah!
We slave all day, we earn no wage,
and if we die, well that's ok,
Cause more will come to stand here in our place!
We used to think that we'd get out, hurrah...hurrah.
The trip was one-way...
Continue Reading...Rising Dawn
Added on Feb 2, 2005Song to celebrate the dawn of a new day.
Do you see on the horizon, it's as the glimmer of an eye,
and the shrouding blackness 'round you lets loose a strangled sigh.
Streams of fiery gold and reds arc across the land,
its flashing, scalding, burning power glinting prismatically off the sand.
With the force of ten thousand torches, all blazing high and bright,
the roiling wall of ravenous heat, cuts 'cross the desert like a knife.
Run my friends! Take shelter! Hide! Surely destruction is at hand!
but nay, tis not the doom of man, which sizzles ominously 'cross the land.
This orb of terror, now rising high, be it friend or foe who can say?
The shining face of 'Krath itself, gleams down on us this day.
It drives away our nighttime frights, and keeps fearful dreams at bay.
Hearken all, arise and see, the birth of this new day.
Do you see on the horizon, it's as the glimmer of an eye,and the shrouding blackness 'round you lets loose a strangled sigh.
Streams of fiery gold and reds arc across the land,
its flashing, scalding, burning power glinting prismatically off the sand.
With the force of ten thousand torches, all...
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