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She is the hope in the barren waste,<br> | She is the hope in the barren waste,<br> | ||
she is the speed in the camel’s haste.<br> | she is the speed in the camel’s haste.<br> | ||
− | She is the | + | She is the prick in the mamluk’s sword,<br> |
she is the ruse in the merchant’s word.<br> | she is the ruse in the merchant’s word.<br> | ||
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title = The undead prophecy| | title = The undead prophecy| | ||
article =<br> | article =<br> | ||
− | <center><i>"Only fire can finish the life that Death itself could not end.<br> | + | <center><i>"Only fire can finish the life<br> |
− | It's scorge and singe will spread the ash of those who were send.<br> | + | that Death itself could not end.<br> |
− | Let that be the eternal fate of those send who play with Life.<br> | + | It's scorge and singe will spread<br> |
− | First struck down by our iron then our fire, to fullfil the strife.<br> | + | the ash of those who were send.<br> |
− | The flaming fire will purge these peaceful lands from their dread.<br> | + | Let that be the eternal fate<br> |
− | And the desert dust will scatter what the underworld has bred."</i></center>}} | + | of those send who play with Life.<br> |
+ | First struck down by our iron<br> | ||
+ | then our fire, to fullfil the strife.<br> | ||
+ | The flaming fire will purge<br> | ||
+ | these peaceful lands from their dread.<br> | ||
+ | And the desert dust will scatter<br> | ||
+ | what the underworld has bred."</i></center>}} |
Latest revision as of 12:20, 14 February 2009
A travelling song of Heenite Nomads | |
about the Heenite way that's fierce and bold. Covered with some desert's sand, Our camels are fast and our men are strong, |
A courting hymn for a man towards a maiden | |
her beauty is echoed over the land. She is the hope in the barren waste, Her beauty is echoed over the sand, She is the zeal in the farmer’s sweat, Her beauty is echoed over the sand, |
A Heenite burial poem | |
speaking of words, that cannot be said. The lonely sleeper, within cloth held, |
A marching chorus | |
It's fall will command us to go. The thumping camels wil dismay, We'll come when the frst drop is shed. |
The undead prophecy | |
that Death itself could not end. |