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-The Heros Lament-
Commissioned by Baroness Erisha Da Hadez of Iglavik on the eve of the battle of Grentzen.
Come sit by me and dry your tears,
It is not right my love,
To weep, to sob, to grieve tonight,
For those who's time hath come.
The enemy may promise death,
But they shall always fear,
A simple farmer taking arms,
To save what he holds dear.
I can but hope the scribes will write,
Of deeds that we have done,
Recast those words as lullabies,
And sing them to our son.
The fields of Grentzen call to me,
And I cannot ignore,
The legacy of peace hard won,
By those who went before.
Now day is near and I must go,
Must leave your warm embrace,
It is not my fate that saddens me,
But the tears upon your face.
The dawn may seperate us love,
As a stream around a stone,
But the streams will meet again, my love,
And never be alone.
-Windarian Ode-
Commissioned by Duke Corum of the Eternal Champions.
Mountains high of white and snow,
with murky trees and loads of stone,
where all is free but still wont go,
this no man's land they call their home.
On lakes of grey and fiery ice,
Sun's gloomy lights reflect the sky,
Hail clouds so thick, storm clouds so vain
the chasms of rock they split in twain,
between to pass and to feel safe
for it is warm this cold embrace,
then eagles yield to greet you by
and bards will sing to hear a rime.
The narrow road will twist and turn
in lands so high where frost will burn,
and when you reach the final step
you'll see the sands of Narrowdep,
you'll see the painful mountain ridge,
all the way down to Lukon bridge,
above all else on hardened top,
the day will come to rule the world.
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