Heen/Cultural Stories and Songs

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A travelling song of Heenite Nomads

"Let stories be sung and tales be told,
about the Heenite way that's fierce and bold.
Our men are strong and our camels are fast,
they keep riding along where few would last.

Covered with some desert's sand,
a companion so we're never alone,
we ride throughout a barren land,
throughout the land we call our home.

Our camels are fast and our men are strong,
we ride in the desert and the journey is long.
Fierce and bold is the Heenite way indeed,
with the wind of the desert our only heed..."

A courting hymn for a man towards a maiden

"Her beauty is echoed over the sand,
her beauty is echoed over the land.
It is the beauty that newly arose,
it is the beauty of the desert rose.

She is the hope in the barren waste,
she is the speed in the camel’s haste.
She is the prick in the mamluk’s sword,
she is the ruse in the merchant’s word.

Her beauty is echoed over the sand,
her beauty is echoed over the land.
It is the beauty that newly arose,
it is the beauty of the desert rose.

She is the zeal in the farmer’s sweat,
she is the love in the lover’s bed.
She is the coy in the children’s play,
she is the light in the beggar’s day.

Her beauty is echoed over the sand,
her beauty is echoed over the land.
It is the beauty that newly arose,
it is the beauty of the desert rose."


A Heenite burial poem

"A silent voice, flies overhead,
speaking of words, that cannot be said.
Only in dreams, they can be heard,
when thoughts are pure, and left unstirr’d.

The lonely sleeper, within cloth held,
the voice speaking, of what we felt.
So will he, in his peaceful sleep,
know the tears, shed while we weep."


A marching chorus

"We'll come when the frst drop is shed.
It's fall will command us to go.
A drop will demand a river in debt.
And we'll come to make that river flow.

The thumping camels wil dismay,
in the early dawning of the day.
The clatter of swords will daunt,
when the battlehorns have sound.

We'll come when the frst drop is shed.
It's fall will command us to go.
A drop will demand a river in debt.
And we'll come to make that river flow."


The undead prophecy

"Only fire can finish the life
that Death itself could not end.
It's scorge and singe will spread
the ash of those who were send.
Let that be the eternal fate
of those send who play with Life.
First struck down by our iron
then our fire, to fullfil the strife.
The flaming fire will purge
these peaceful lands from their dread.
And the desert dust will scatter
what the underworld has bred."

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