Original Submissions of type 'Songs'
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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...
Continue Reading...What's a Zeina to Do? by Sanvean
Added on Feb 2, 2005Clearly of Tan Muark origin, this somewhat self-congratulatory song celebrates their cleverness.
Oh, my, what's a Zeina to do?
Lirathu's been stolen and red Jihae too.
And a templar a-scowling wants to chop me in two...
Oh, woe, what's a Zeina to do?
Oh my, what's a Zeina to do?
When accused of a-stealing moons numbering two?
By a hard hearted templar, all dressed in blue...
Oh, woe, what's a Zeina to do?
Oh, my, what's a Zeina to do?
I don't have the moons, and I'm quite frightened too...
I could look for an elf and say 'I blame it on you!'
But no elves in sight, what's a Zeina to do?
Oh, my, I know what I'll do...
I'll ask some large ransom for white Lirathu...
And skip out with the sid, ere the dawn comes anew...
Oh, my, that's what a clever Zeina would do.
Oh, woe, what's a Zeina to do?
The weather has cleared, and the moons shining through....
My clever plan's shattered, I must find something new!
'cause, for a Zeina, there's always -something- to do.
Oh, my, what's a Zeina to do?Lirathu's been stolen and red Jihae too.
And a templar a-scowling wants to chop me in two...
Oh, woe, what's a Zeina to do?
Oh my, what's a Zeina to do?
When accused of a-stealing moons numbering two?
By a hard hearted templar, all dressed in blue...
Oh, woe,...
Continue Reading...Wind Blows Over the Plains, The by Sanvean
Added on Feb 2, 2005This plaintive love song is a favorite among nomads and Northlanders, and is a standard of most bards' repertoires.
They say the wind blows over the plains,
... softly, softly....
And the tall grass bends, and the low trees too....
And all the while my heart's out there,
... wandering, wandering....
Looking for something by the name of you.
They say the wind blows over the plains,
...wildly, wildly....
And the nighthawks screech and the wild kanks too.
And all that while, my heart's out there
.. calling, calling....
Looking for something by the name of you.
And the wind blows to and the wind blows fro,
And my heart's held in my hand,
And the wind blows warm, the wind blows cold,
As I look for a place to stand.
They say the wind blows over the plains,
... always, always....
And the dry sand blows, and the red dust too.
And all that while my heart's out there,
.. lonely, lonely....
Looking and searching for something like you.
They say the wind blows over the plains,... softly, softly....
And the tall grass bends, and the low trees too....
And all the while my heart's out there,
... wandering, wandering....
Looking for something by the name of you.
They say the wind blows over the plains,
...wildly, wildly....
And...
Continue Reading...Love Comes Over the Plains by Sanvean
Added on Feb 2, 2005Attributed to a Whiran, Alkyone.
Like the wind that sweeps o'er the plains,
Swifter than flame, quicker than laughter,
Love comes, hair a-fly with her flutter,
And in her train comes joy trailing after.
Like the water which quenches your thirst,
Cooler than night wind, sweeter than wine,
Love flows, her eyes wild and wanton,
And in her kisses love grows like a vine.
Like the stones 'neath the traveller's feet,
Smoother than comfort, more solid than sand,
Love stays, settling her skirts all around her,
And with her smile, joy lifts its hand.
Like the fire which warms the once empty hearth,
Sparks from the stone, flames dying, lifting,
Love reaches out, ready to take you,
And in that touch joy comes like sand sifting.
Like the wind that sweeps o'er the plains,Swifter than flame, quicker than laughter,
Love comes, hair a-fly with her flutter,
And in her train comes joy trailing after.
Like the water which quenches your thirst,
Cooler than night wind, sweeter than wine,
Love flows, her eyes wild and wanton,
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