Original Submissions containing 'songs'
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Finding a Man by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005A woman recalls her finding a man.
Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa
Through a market, I wandered and strayed
That I'd find me a man I might have some day.
Well, I never dreamed when I strayed that way
That the man I longed for was standing there.
When he held me in his arms that night,
I held him close, and I held him tight.
And I swore that day forth, I'd love him all of me life.
When he held me in his arms that night.
He smelled of the sweetest perfumed skin.
And I admit it now it drew me in
Oh, his voice charmed me so I could not disobey.
Every word was a dream that swept me away.
Oh, the market became a more beautiful place
The flowers more fragrant, and the clothing all lace.
And his eyes, oh, his eyes! They begged me to stay
But alas, after twenty something years later, I don't regret that day.
Written by the Bard Kelinna HessaThrough a market, I wandered and strayed
That I'd find me a man I might have some day.
Well, I never dreamed when I strayed that way
That the man I longed for was standing there.
When he held me in his arms that night,
I held him close, and I held him tight.
Continue Reading... Fightin' Man! by Narffle
Added on May 2, 2005Traditional boistering tale of a warrior.
Sit back in yer chair, grab a big ale - cause yer in fer a treat, a mighty big tale...
...the greatest warrior ever to be, a'course you know we're talkin' about me...
So there I was fightin' one lone 'tok, nuthin' in my hands but a big ole' rock...
...swingin' it up and swingin' it down, about ten leagues outta town...
Oh - this is the tale of a humble man! With a so-so blade, and a slow right hand!
Runnin o'er the lands chasin' down my fate, drinkin' down a little wine, lookin' for the perfect mate.
So there I was fightin' two big tembo, my scimitars blazin' an' my legs akimbo...
...swingin' it left and swingin' it right, about twelve leagues outta sight...
Oh - this is the tale of a decent man! With a fair 'nuff blade, and a better right hand!
Runnin o'er the lands chasin' down my fate, drinkin' down some more wine, lookin' for a pretty mate.
So there I was fightin' three damn carru, shootin' my bow like a Blacking Heru,
...arrows in the thigh, arrows in the chest, about fourteen leagues out toward the west...
Oh - this is the tale of a fightin' man! With a pretty good blade and good right hand!
Runnin' o'er the lands chasin' down my fate, drinkin' down a lotta wine, lookin' fer a decent mate.
So there I was fightin' four black kryl, swingin' down my axe - seekin' out the quick kill!
...choppin' all o'er that dity thing's shell, about sixteen leagues from the old town bell...
Oh - this is the tale of warrior man! With a master's blade and damn fine hand!
Runnin' o'er the lands chasin' down my fate, drinkin' too much wine, lookin' fer any ole' mate.
So there I was fightin' a five-headed dragon, nothin' in my hand 'cept a half-full flagon,
...sloshin' to the left and sloshin' to rhe right, outdrank that dragon twenty leagues outta sight.
Oh - this is the tale of hero man! With a legendary blade and a strong right hand!
Sittin' in the bar, drinkin' down his fate, with his breath like wine, just lookin' fer a date.
Final Chorus
Yes - this is the tale of a hero man! With a legendary blade and a strong right hand!
Drinkin' all day and singin' all night, and this is where the tale ends, all right.Sit back in yer chair, grab a big ale - cause yer in fer a treat, a mighty big tale......the greatest warrior ever to be, a'course you know we're talkin' about me...
So there I was fightin' one lone 'tok, nuthin' in my hands but a big ole' rock...
...swingin' it up and swingin' it down, about...
Continue Reading...Eyes Like a Duskhorn Doe's by Morninglight
Added on May 2, 2005Traditional love song.
Chorus:
The wind may blow high, the wind may blow low,
The storm may blow wherever it goes,
But all the better, I'll feel no woe,
For my love's got eyes like a duskhorn doe's.
Through the darkest night and the brightest day,
I could stare forever into your eyes.
I'd give all my possessions with you to stay,
I swear to you, my dear, these are no lies.
Tell me that you feel the same way, my love,
Else my heart will break and I will perish.
Tell me that your love's broad as the skies above,
And that I'm the one that you cherish.
Dream of me while in bed you are sleeping,
And I shall do the very same in mine.
For my love I give into your keeping,
My sweetheart with the eyes so deep and fine.Chorus:The wind may blow high, the wind may blow low,
The storm may blow wherever it goes,
But all the better, I'll feel no woe,
For my love's got eyes like a duskhorn doe's.
Through the darkest night and the brightest day,
I could stare forever into your eyes.
I'd give all my possessions...
Continue Reading...Evil Tregil Song, The by Yang
Added on May 2, 2005Song for children about the evil tregil under their bed.
Composed by Gwenno Konviwedu
Three Evil Tregils underneath my bed,
One came out, said he'd eat my head!
Momma psied the bard to set her straight:
"No telling Evil Tregil stories to keep my kids up late!"
Two Evil Tregils underneath my bed,
One rose up and looked undead!
Momma cursed the bard who sang this tune:
"Ain't nothin' like those tregil in my baby's room.."
One Evil Tregil underneath my bed.
Never seen an Evil Tregil like the bard said!
Momma don't believe in creatures she's never seen.
Don't prove that Evil Tregils is anythin' but mean, mean, mean!Composed by Gwenno KonviweduThree Evil Tregils underneath my bed,
One came out, said he'd eat my head!
Momma psied the bard to set her straight:
"No telling Evil Tregil stories to keep my kids up late!"
Two Evil Tregils underneath my bed,
One rose up and looked undead!
Momma cursed the...
Continue Reading...Don't Take Your Sword to Town by Bakha
Added on May 2, 2005Based on a traditional folksong, the story of a young boy who goes to town to become a man.
A young scrubhopper named Gil
Grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wanderlust
Who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out;
"Don't take your sword to town, son
Leave your sword at home, Gil
Don't take your sword to town."
He sang a song as on he rode,
His sword hung at his hips
He rode into a spice town,
A smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar and laid his obsidian down
But his mother's words echoed again;
Refrain:
"Don't take your sword to town, son
Leave your sword at home, Gil
Don't take your sword to town."
He smoked his first spice then to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself at last he had become a man
A dusty outrider at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mother's words;
Refrain:
"Don't take your sword to town, son
Leave your sword at home, Gil
Don't take your sword to town."
Gil was raged by spice and reached for his sword to draw
But the stranger drew his sword and struck before Gil even saw
As he fell to the floor the crowd all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words;
Refrain:
"Don't take your sword to town, son
Leave your sword at home, Gil
Don't take your sword to town."
A young scrubhopper named GilGrew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wanderlust
Who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out;
"Don't take your sword to town, son
Leave your sword at home, Gil
Don't...
Continue Reading...Carry On by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005Song celebrating life as a T'zai Byn Mercenary.
Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa
When there ain't no gal to kiss you,
And the courier seems to miss you,
And you've lost your uniform issue . . . Carry on.
When ye've got an empty belly,
And the 'trines are rotten smelly,
And you're shivering with your felly . . . Carry on.
When the gith has done your chum in,
And your sergeant's sittin' hummin',
And there ain't no rations comin' . . . Carry on.
When the world is red and reeking,
And the gith are loudly shrieking,
And your blood is slowly leaking . . . Carry on.
When yer lips lacks all quenches,
And ya look like the bloody butchers' benches,
And the air is thick with stenches . . . Carry on.
Carry on, . . . Though your pals are pale and wan,
nd the hope of life is gone, . . . Carry on.
For to do more than you can, . . . Is to be a real man,
Not a rotten also-ran . . . Carry on.Written by the Bard Kelinna HessaWhen there ain't no gal to kiss you,
And the courier seems to miss you,
And you've lost your uniform issue . . . Carry on.
When ye've got an empty belly,
And the 'trines are rotten smelly,
And you're shivering with your felly . . . Carry on.
When the gith has...
Continue Reading...Cold Black Walls by Grog
Added on May 1, 2005Love song, lamenting a love within the cold black walls.
No love for cold black walls
Rats in prison, laws on men's mind.
Fat merchants rob their brother blind,
While templar' boots grind little souls.
My love is here, now water flows.
She never ran moon-kissed skies
Never felt wind on a still day
Nor danced with sand 'tween her toes,
Her breath in tune to her heartbeat
Set in obsidian walls
Pale white skin, and a head of flame,
With sapphire knifes did part a cord
That stole away all doubt and shame.
Sandstorm of lust and life's discord.
She never ran from dusk till dawn
Never felt the storm's sandy kiss
Nor danced at edge of sharp teeth
Her breath in tune to her heartbeat
Inside krath-touched walls
Saw the cities sharp edged joy
In love's pale arms, her wooden toy.
Life here sings a different song,
My love is there, where she belongs
She never ran moon-kissed skies
Never felt wind on a still day
Nor danced with sand 'tween her toes,
Her breath in tune to her heartbeat
I had never ran a maze of stone
Never felt the crowds hold me close
Nor danced on the rooftop road
My breath in tune to her heartbeat.
Inside those cold black walls
No love for cold black wallsRats in prison, laws on men's mind.
Fat merchants rob their brother blind,
While templar' boots grind little souls.
My love is here, now water flows.
She never ran moon-kissed skies
Never felt wind on a still day
Nor danced with sand 'tween her toes,
Her breath in...
Continue Reading...And She Always Answered 'No' by Anonymous
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 by Anonymous
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
Dwarven Lullaby, A by Grog
Added on Feb 2, 2005Lullaby sung to dwarves when they are children.
The burning sun may blind my sight
But its burning light shall never cross your eyes
For you rest under the cloak of your Mother.
The burning sands may sear my flesh
But your flesh it shall never touch
For you are carried in the hands of your Mother.
Harsh desert winds may scour my skin
But the desert winds shall never touch your skin
For you rest in the arms of your Mother.
Warm brackish water may pass my lips
But only sweet milk shall ever grace your lips
For you rest against the breast of your Mother.
Night's embrace may chill my bones
But your bones shall never grow cold
For you are warmed by the body of your Mother.
The burning sun may blind my sightBut its burning light shall never cross your eyes
For you rest under the cloak of your Mother.
The burning sands may sear my flesh
But your flesh it shall never touch
For you are carried in the hands of your Mother.
Harsh desert winds may scour my skin
But...
Continue Reading...Slave Song by Anonymous
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 by Anonymous
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...
Continue Reading...Elven Running Song by Grog
Added on Feb 2, 2005Many different versions exist as runners make up their own verses during the run.
Light as wind across the sand
We run, we run, we run.
Faster then night falling across the land
We run, we run, we run.
Longer then the cities thrive
We run, we run, we run.
Stronger then the strength of five
We run, we run, we run.
Over desert sands that burn
We run, we run, we run.
Over the scattered roads that turn
We run, we run, we run.
Past the merchant on his wagon
We run, we run, we run
Past the Templar and their Dragon
We run, we run, we run.
Through the night and through the day
We run, we run, we run.
Through the sandstorm, without delay
We run, we run, we run.
Light as wind across the sandWe run, we run, we run.
Faster then night falling across the land
We run, we run, we run.
Longer then the cities thrive
We run, we run, we run.
Stronger then the strength of five
We run, we run, we run.
Over desert sands that burn
We run, we run, we run.
Over the...
Continue Reading...Three-Wind Thrind by Rialli, of House Kurac
Added on Feb 2, 2005
There was a dwarf, a famous bard,
of many ages past.
He sang his songs and played his lute,
of many ages past.
His stories were told, many a time, and now he is belov'd,
For he's the greatest bard and stoutest dwarf that ever liv'd.
Three-Wind Thrind was known to sing,
and for hours on end.
Three-Wind Thrind was known to talk,
and for hours on end.
People came from leagues around to hear him play and sing,
and yet, on a bet, he shouldered his lute to meet the Dragon King.
The fighting was fierce, and many dwarves died,
and Thrind remained hidden.
Suk-Krath beat down, the winds blew strong,
and Thrind remained hidden.
The Dragon roared, a challenge sent, across the Unseen Way,
and Thrind came out to fight the fight of which I sing today.
The Dragon glared, dark magick begun,
and Thrind sang a song.
The Dragon breathed, scouring his skin,
and Thrind sang a song.
He raised his arm, threw his lute, striking it in the eye.
and Thrind's blood flowed out, on the ground, and he was left to lie.
The dwarves of the village scattered and left,
off to lands unknown.
Thrind's body was dead, his spirit gone,
off to lands unknown.
But the dwarves were safe, and had escaped, during Thrind's last song,
He lived his life to entertain, and now I sing along.
There was a dwarf, a famous bard,of many ages past.
He sang his songs and played his lute,
of many ages past.
His stories were told, many a time, and now he is belov'd,
For he's the greatest bard and stoutest dwarf that ever liv'd.
Three-Wind Thrind was known to sing,
and for...
Continue Reading...Life by Grog
Added on Feb 2, 2005Song about life in Zalanthas.
Eyes open into blinding light,
From warm and comforting night.
The only thing that is exists is fright
All for another's pain, for their delight.
Your hands crack and bleed,
Driving you to some ignoble deed.
In the end, serving someone's greed.
But afterwards your life does proceed.
Pleasure is found in a smile.
Your heart won by voice's guile.
Nothing lasts longer then awhile.
Because even love can turn hostile.
The smell of blood invades,
A life taken by another's blades.
The light weakens and slowly fades,
In the cold echo of a darkness's shades.
Eyes open into blinding light,From warm and comforting night.
The only thing that is exists is fright
All for another's pain, for their delight.
Your hands crack and bleed,
Driving you to some ignoble deed.
In the end, serving someone's greed.
But afterwards your life does proceed.
Pleasure...
Continue Reading...Only One Day by Ysania
Added on Feb 2, 2005Song about the rising and setting of Suk-Krath.
Suk-Krath rises slowly, spreading light across the land,
Shadows fading slowly from the curves of desert sand.
Another day upon us, set before us gleaming bright,
Wishes and dreams could be made real before it's once more night.
We fear the hidden danger and do not hear the silent song,
We wander down the paths of life, some short and some too long.
We walk with eyes wide open but we never seem to see,
The beauty that surrounds us if we'd only let it be.
Suk-Krath overhead now, burning hot upon the land,
No shade or shelter can be found among the burning sands.
Another day is halfway spent, and what have we to show?
Wishes and dreams aren't foolish things for those who dare to know.
A man walks once upon the day Suk-Krath sees fit to give,
So many fear the dying that they forget to live,
So many do not hear the call of desert's silent song,
Until the path is fully walked and they are left alone.
Suk-Krath setting silently as moons rise in the sky,
Another day once brought to life now given up to die.
As shadows fall across the sands and day gives way to night,
Hopes and dreams are lamps of the soul to help us keep the light.
If we can see the sunrise and sunset with equal awe,
If we can walk and not look back upon the path we trod,
And when the darkness of our lives must pass before our eyes,
Be content with having truly lived and dreams realized.
Suk-Krath missing from the sky, Lirathu in domain,
The silent desert sands have no memory of our names,
Like shifting Whira, dancing free, wipes track with no regrets,
We only get one life and we must live it to our best.
Suk-Krath rises slowly, spreading light across the land,Shadows fading slowly from the curves of desert sand.
Another day upon us, set before us gleaming bright,
Wishes and dreams could be made real before it's once more night.
We fear the hidden danger and do not hear the silent song,
We...
Continue Reading...Save a Seat For Me by Ysania
Added on Feb 2, 2005A common drinking song.
It's a damn hard life in the windy sandy wastes
And you'd sell your own brother for just a tiny taste
of that life giving water which you cannot seem to find
and you follow that mirage till your half out of your mind
(Chorus)
Oh save a seat for me, my friend
When you find that journey's end
It's all the flame that you can hold
And the wenches there are VERY bold.
It's a damn hard life in the streets of Allanak
And you never know when you'll find a dagger in the back
All you want is a place to hide but you just can't escape
You're an Allanaki commoner and this is just your fate
(Chorus)
Oh, save a seat for me, my friend
When you find that journey's end
It's piles of spice for all to share
and never any danger there
It's a damn hard life on the wrong side of the law
And you wish you'd been smoother or that templar hadn't saw
You only took a few sids, what's the harm in doing that?
The half-giant raises his fists and you're knocked out flat
(Chorus)
Oh, save a seat for me, my friend
when you find that journeys end
The nobles there wear servers garb
and you damn well bet we work them hard
It's a damn hard life living only off the land
And you curse your fate and the ever blowing sands
You risk yourself in stupid ways for a little bit of meat
But at least you aren't starving on an Allanak street
(Chorus)
Oh, save a seat for me, my friend
When you find that journey's end
Someday I will join you there
and we'll share a round of cheer
It's a damn hard life in the windy sandy wastesAnd you'd sell your own brother for just a tiny taste
of that life giving water which you cannot seem to find
and you follow that mirage till your half out of your mind
(Chorus)
Oh save a seat for me, my friend
When you find that journey's end
Continue Reading... Darkness by Grog
Added on Feb 2, 2005Written by an unknown servent of Drov.
As a child I walked my path without a guiding light,
Never realizing that beside the road lay night.
A night that searched for any soul that it could reach.
For Darkness always claims its own.
As a young man I did whatever was needed to survive.
I never cared who I might hurt and thus I did thrive.
Though sometimes I felt as if I was dying inside.
For Darkness always claims its own.
As an adult I briefly found a love that challenged my belief,
But it vanished into a sun-lit sky, leaving me with only grief.
A grief that drove me to embrace what I had lost,
For Darkness always claims its own.
As an old man I was cold to everything but my faith
Nothing left inside but the cruel remains of my wrath.
This was all I was till at last I saw my life illuminated in truth
Just before the Darkness came to claim its own.
As a child I walked my path without a guiding light,Never realizing that beside the road lay night.
A night that searched for any soul that it could reach.
For Darkness always claims its own.
As a young man I did whatever was needed to survive.
I never cared who I might hurt and thus I did...
Continue Reading...Ladies Love a Stone Mage, The by Sanvean
Added on Feb 2, 2005The verses of this song normally come in no particular order, and in fact, the song is often used as a contest, the trick being to continue coming up with new verses with the appropriate double entendres
(Chorus)
Oh, some men love a wind witch, because she'll never touch the ground.
And others like a water witch, with one they'll e'er be found.
And some men like a fire witch, though she'll keep them on their guard,
But the ladies like a stone mage, for he'll always keep it hard.
Oh, once I loved a wind mage,
eyes like a duskhorn doe,
And oh, I truly loved her,
for the way she knew to blow.
Oh, once I loved a fire mage,
though we fought and fought and fought.
And oh, I loved my fire mage,
for she was always hot.
Oh, once I loved a water mage,
for days and days and days,
And oh, I loved my water mage,
for all her slippery ways.
Oh, once I loved a templar tall,
her braids worn in a crown.
And oh, I loved my templar best,
when she had me kneeling down.
Oh, once I loved a Kadian lass,
she gave it to me for free,
And oh, I loved my Kadian lass,
when she was paying -me-.
Oh, once I loved an Oash wench,
in bed we'd freely play.
And if I wore my fake elf ears,
she'd love me all the day.
Oh, once I loved a Reynolte proud,
a lady through and through.
And oh, I loved my Reynolte proud,
for the common things she'd do.
Oh, once I loved a Faleish girl,
though could never call her nice.
Her philosophy was quite unique,
She did -everything- with spice.
Oh, once I loved an Azia girl,
all dressed in white and blue.
She completely stole my heart away,
and then my moneybelt too.
Oh, once I loved an Asenn girl,
all dressed in white and blue.
She lay me down and raised me up,
and then we began anew.
(Chorus)Oh, some men love a wind witch, because she'll never touch the ground.
And others like a water witch, with one they'll e'er be found.
And some men like a fire witch, though she'll keep them on their guard,
But the ladies like a stone mage, for he'll always keep it hard.
Oh, once I...
Continue Reading...Another Step by Grog
Added on Feb 2, 2005A song that made its way around the slave pits for a while. Rumor says the song's originator killed all his opponents and then just lay down on the sand and died. Just another legend that may or may nor have happened.
I was born to wealth and privilege, atop a lofty hill.
Given anything I could need, the life of my desires.
Changing in an instant when the soldiers came to kill.
Luck and wit kept me alive through the hostile fires.
So I take another step,
Each step harder then the one that came before.
So I take another step,
Leaving behind everything I know and adore.
I fought in many wars, for many different men
Never really caring whose blood would wet my blade
Then I saved a single child, why I cannot ken.
Everything was lost again, my employer I betrayed.
So I take another step,
Always looking back at what I had lost
So I take another step,
Trying not to brood over what it cost.
I raised a daughter in this world, giving all that I had.
Protecting her from violence, for I had no other task.
Until she caught a templar's eye and I went a little mad
I saw her die before my eyes and my face became a mask.
So I take another step,
Each step harder then the last
So I take another step,
No longer looking into the past.
I killed many types of men, many wounds I did sustain.
Friends and enemies alike did fall and die, I didn't care.
His face laughs in my dreams, feeding on my pain.
After years I was finally granted my only prayer.
So I take another step,
Stepping over what is in my way
So I take another step,
Living my life just like any day.
I was sold to a young lady, my scars she did admire.
Once more I lived a life of ease, and memory did fade
Even though she owned me, love she did inspire.
She trusted me too much, for my pain she has paid.
So I take another step,
Each step it falters more and more
So I take another step,
Each step another fight in my war.
I sing for one last time, relaxing before one last fight.
They think that my spirit's broken and my bodies old.
But they do not know that they face a warrior's might.
Using every trick I learned, it will be a sight to behold.
So I take another step,
This will be my final journey
So I take my final step,
Into the pit for one last tourney.
I was born to wealth and privilege, atop a lofty hill.Given anything I could need, the life of my desires.
Changing in an instant when the soldiers came to kill.
Luck and wit kept me alive through the hostile fires.
So I take another step,
Each step harder then the one that came before.
So I...
Continue Reading...Betrayal, The by Grog
Added on Feb 2, 2005Translated from the original Mirrukim. This song was sung only by a single tribe, and each dwarf heard it but once.
Sit down and listen to my words,
As I tell you of sacrifice and betrayal.
As I tell you of a hero and a fool.
He gave his life for the people
So always will he be reviled.
A name that we won't remember
A face we must forget
Less the memory of what he did
Taint those who continue on..
He betrayed his life
>From birth his was a single path
A path all the people walk
Never speak words untrue, his way..
Will was stronger then the stones
He was followed by all.
A name that we won't remember
A face we must forget
Less the memory of what he did
Taint those who continue on..
He betrayed his duty
One day a sandstorm fell across the land
Scouring the people from the world
Men marched to its song
Killing those that fled.
One stood in its path.
A name that we won't remember
A face we must forget
Less the memory of what he did
Taint those who continue on..
He betrayed his soul
To save his people was not his task,
Only to say the truth to what was asked.
But no other people remained alive
His will broke and to the storm he lied
We people lived, to our shame.
A name that we won't remember
A face we must forget
Less the memory of what he did
Taint those who continue on..
He betrayed his people.
Still his screams of pain are heard
By those who are tempted
>From the path they have choosen.
When you have chosen a way
You must never ever stray,
A name that we won't remember
A face we must forget
Less the memory of what he did
Taint those that must remain.
He betrayed his truth.
Sit down and listen to my words,As I tell you of sacrifice and betrayal.
As I tell you of a hero and a fool.
He gave his life for the people
So always will he be reviled.
A name that we won't remember
A face we must forget
Less the memory of what he did
Taint those who continue on..
He...
Continue Reading...An Oash Lord by Sanvean
Added on Feb 2, 2005This song sprang up in Allanak, and is common in the Labyrinth there. On rare and furtive occasions, it's been heard in the Gaj. The reference to Lawrence of Oash places it, timewise.
Ah, a new Lord of Oash, we wish him all the best,
And praise him to the skies, along with all the rest.
But, oh, new Lord of Oash, we hope you surely know,
All the ins and outs of Lording, the noble quid pro quo.
We urge Lawrence for example, since he's a fearsome Lord,
As long as he lifts a winecup, rather than the sword.
For sitting in the Inn, we know he has no match,
So you might sit and watch him, clues from him to catch.
He'll teach you how to drink, and after women chase,
Though they generally run too fast for him in that specific race.
And how to be ineffectual.. Oh! and how to bully elves,
Such complicated matters, in nobility to dwell.
Ah, a new Lord of Oash, we wish him all the best,And praise him to the skies, along with all the rest.
But, oh, new Lord of Oash, we hope you surely know,
All the ins and outs of Lording, the noble quid pro quo.
We urge Lawrence for example, since he's a fearsome Lord,
As long as he lifts a...
Continue Reading...Oash, They are Hiring, The by Sanvean
Added on Feb 2, 2005An Allanaki song. References to events of the time seem to place this song's origin pretty clearly within the last century.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, and that is no surprise.
For they're always needing guardwork, and carpenters, and spies.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, you're sure to find employ,
No matter your qualifications, or if you're mul, or girl, or boy.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, and richly they will pay,
As long as you are standing, and breathe throughout the day.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, I've said it's no surprise,
But let me amend my statement, for this is my surmise...
When the Oash they are hiring, they look for a certain kind,
A tricksome clever type, with a peculiar twist of mind.
For when the Oash are hiring, they'll put you to the test,
For they are pridesome stiffnecked folk, and only want the best.
So when the Oash are hiring, and looking hard to buy,
Your best bet for working with them is to be a gypsy spy.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, and that is no surprise.For they're always needing guardwork, and carpenters, and spies.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, you're sure to find employ,
No matter your qualifications, or if you're mul, or girl, or boy.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, and richly they will...
Continue Reading...Once I Loved the Wind by Sanvean
Added on Feb 2, 2005The wind, one of Zalanthas's constants, is a favored motif in folk songs. This song, once popular, has fallen out of favor, perhaps due to its overtones of elementalism.
Once I loved the wind, and loved to hear it sing,
Blowing through the canyons, light as feathered wing.
Once I loved the wind, and then it went away.
Once I loved the wind.
Twice I loved a flame, and it kept me warm,
And flared forth in danger, warding off all harm.
Twice I loved a flame, and each time it went away.
Twice I loved a flame.
Thrice I loved the water, loved its silent gleam,
Sweet and cool as laughter, crystal and pristine.
Thrice I loved the water, each time it slipped away.
Thrice I loved the water.
Countless times I loved the Land, where it stood beneath my feet,
Steady there it held me, and whispered silence sweet.
Countless time I loved the Land, and it never went away.
I'll always love the Land.
Once I loved the wind, and loved to hear it sing,Blowing through the canyons, light as feathered wing.
Once I loved the wind, and then it went away.
Once I loved the wind.
Twice I loved a flame, and it kept me warm,
And flared forth in danger, warding off all harm.
Twice I loved a flame, and...
Continue Reading...Silver Wheel, The by Sanvean
Added on Feb 2, 2005Of unknown origin, and perhaps originally appearing in a somewhat different form, this song has been used to advertise the casino in Luirs.
Tell me your dream, and I'll sing it for you,
In soft lilting lyrics, while the stars shine above,
Fame, wealth or glory, or the purest of loves,
There at the Wheel, I'll sing it for you.
Tell me your love, and I'll sing them for you,
Fairer by far than they ever were true,
And that first fleeting moment, Ill spin it anew,
There at the Wheel, I'll sing them for you.
Tell me your hope, and I'll sing it for you,
Be you hero or villain, or somewhat in between,
For everyone has one, some small secret dream,
Here at the Wheel, I'll sing it for you.
Tell me your desire, I'll sing it for you,
A bold ballad of bravery, or love tune so sweet,
Or the merriest of melodies, to set dancing your feet,
There at the Wheel, I'll sing it for you.
Tell me your dream, and I'll sing it for you,In soft lilting lyrics, while the stars shine above,
Fame, wealth or glory, or the purest of loves,
There at the Wheel, I'll sing it for you.
Tell me your love, and I'll sing them for you,
Fairer by far than they ever were true,
And that first...
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