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+ | ''The following song speaks of the monstrous invasions that proceeded the Southern League War of Luria. A tribute to ex-Emperor Sholan A'Valti is ascribed to it, as well as the Lurians that inevitably were brought war and famine without having sought it.'' | ||
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+ | ''This song is something of a satire of the conflict between Sanguis Astroism and the Lurian Ecclesial Sanguiastroism. It speaks of Enoch Dishman and Jonsu Himoura, so named tyrants and deceivers for leading the faith astray. However, the mobs of the ex-Emperor Seoras Madigan act violently and without law toward the heretics. It is clearly fabrication, and not a historical tale, but popular among some pluralistic Lurians still.'' | ||
'''The Day of Betrayal''' ((Original: Blind Guardian - Curse My Name)) | '''The Day of Betrayal''' ((Original: Blind Guardian - Curse My Name)) | ||
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+ | ''This Lurian military song is ascribed to the regiments of the Emperor's Will, a northern army situated in Earth Hall mostly, but also Moon Hall. A patriotic tune, sometimes heralding the advance of the Emperors armies.'' | ||
'''The Watch on the Euschean''' - ((Original: Max Schneckenburger - Die Wacht Am Rhein)) | '''The Watch on the Euschean''' - ((Original: Max Schneckenburger - Die Wacht Am Rhein)) |
Revision as of 14:41, 27 April 2018
This section of the Imperial Library contains a vast amount of cultural works, many of which are patronised by Lurian nobility, or even written by them, but others are included from independant sources if they have wealth or renown. The University of Dwilight also contains many prominent works here. Specifically, here lies the works of poetry scribed in Greater Luria and beyond.
Contents
A Short Poem by Leif
- By Sir Leif Wilkins, Knight of Irvington
Half man to some, a legend to others,
He inspires the hearts of most men and all mothers,
One half may sound incomplete,
But in cheer and joy no one else can compete,
Some may find him a bother,
But most know him as friend or a brother,
Close your eyes, breathe inside, and look deep,
Don’t be blue, or ashamed, or asleep,
Think of the cheery ol’ Leif,
Feel your heart, it's now empty - he took it, that thief!
The Sallow Sovereign
- By Sir Sevastian Schwarzherzig, Knight of Askileon
Murmurs of the King, of the Pallid Mask,
Grain rots beneath the jaundiced sun,
Whilst the Steward is brought to task,
The Shadows Lengthen,
In Solaria.
Marocciden gluttony and avarice,
The bleeding land is staunched,
By the vision of Blinded Alice,
Our Mother has risen,
In Lost Solaria
Vesperi arrogance is brought to heel,
Nihil sub sole novum,
Treasonous sons broken upon the wheel,
Death breeds new life,
In unified Luria
Whispers spoken softly loudly ring,
Where flap the tatters of the Dragon King,
Must die unheard in,
Cursed Nebel
Song of my soul, the whispers are dead,
Die thou, unsung, choking on ambition,
False pretenses and tears unshed,
Shall dry and die with,
The Lost Occidens.
Tragedy of the West
- By King Matthew Coffey, of Earth Hall
Blackened skies above their heads,
Lonely paths below,
With truth they cannot see,
The lights to guide them home.
So this is it, the end of days,
Walking till the morning breaks.
Travelling down a trodden path,
A labyrinth of rock and mire,
Holding hands as they passed by,
Seas of blazing pyres.
So this is it, the end of days,
Walking till the morning breaks.
Singing songs of love and war,
Songs of hope and pain,
They were lost within a dream,
That they would never yield again.
So this is it, the end of days,
Walking till the morning breaks.
Every thought and every word,
That ever came to pass,
Fell to that great beyond,
A tragedy that would not be surpassed.
So this is it, the end of days,
We have walked now.
The morning breaks.
Collection of Anonymous or non-noble Writers
- ((OOC: AKA. Appropriated/Adapted Material)) Courteousy of various patrons of the Imperial Library
The following song speaks of the monstrous invasions that proceeded the Southern League War of Luria. A tribute to ex-Emperor Sholan A'Valti is ascribed to it, as well as the Lurians that inevitably were brought war and famine without having sought it.
War for the South - ((Original: Blind Guardian - War of the Thrones))
Nothing will grow here,
Ashen fields - blackened sorrow,
Legacy of a lost world,
Feeding the void,
What are they waiting for?
I am too late,
It is more than a game,
The Euschean reveals,
Now we lie between these lines,
We cannot escape it seems;
Sail on, our friends.
All I ever feel is,
All I ever see is,
Walls they fall,
When the march of the beasts begin.
Rise and fall,
When the war for the South shall begin.
Will it ever end?
Will I find what we are longing for?
Will we ever walk out of shadows so grey?
We are condemned, we are harrowed,
Ashen fields they do not hurt anymore.
I cannot escape it seems,
There at the world's end.
It is me,
I sing;
Sadly I sing.
All I ever feel is,
All I ever see is,
Walls they fall,
When the march of the dead begin.
Rise and fall,
When the war for the South begins.
Watch the Euschean it flows,
Now and ever,
I cannot believe in more,
And now our time will come,
Carry on.
There is luck at the gallows;
Let it rain,
There will be no more spring.
My dream is a mirror,
That reveals a matter of lies.
All I ever feel is,
All I ever see is,
Walls they fall,
Now the march of the Luria's has begun.
Rise and fall,
Now the war for the South has begun.
Leave a fee for the Stars,
The Stars,
And the Euschean behind.
Leave the Euschean behind.
This song is something of a satire of the conflict between Sanguis Astroism and the Lurian Ecclesial Sanguiastroism. It speaks of Enoch Dishman and Jonsu Himoura, so named tyrants and deceivers for leading the faith astray. However, the mobs of the ex-Emperor Seoras Madigan act violently and without law toward the heretics. It is clearly fabrication, and not a historical tale, but popular among some pluralistic Lurians still.
The Day of Betrayal ((Original: Blind Guardian - Curse My Name))
The tenure of Kings and their magistrates
By good men it must be deposed
The proclamation made can be voided at once
Disanoint them, take the crown
They plead for their King
They pity their Prophet
Put them to death, that's what I say
Though never so just these dancing divines
Endue them with reason and grace
Their gibberish
Words dissemble the facts
Star's will
They falsely will claim
"Let them curse my name!
On these blood-stained pages of misery
Let them call me a tyrant so cruel
Let them curse my name
But remember the truth"
So there they come
From everywhere
They witness revenge
Hear them calling
"You're laden with blood
It's spilled everywhere!"
Sorrow's everlasting
You'll be aware now
The trial is near
It's close at hand
The masquerade is over
It ends
Remove his crown
And bring him down
Now we shall mourn no longer
Our prayers they've been heard
There's no more league
That will bind us to the tyrant
Our voices shall be heard
We won't take it anymore
We're one and we are the faith
We're one and we are the law
Falsely they praise
Deify the Prophet
"She's blessed the anointed's
Fulfilling the Star's will"
Curse them all
No further she's Prophet
Providence brought them straight into our hands
"Let them curse my name
On these blood-stained pages of misery
Let them call me a liar so deceitful
Let them curse my name
But remember the truth"
Now let them appear
There's joy in the air
Now witness a new age is dawning
In trouble alone
They face despair
Awaiting their bitter ending
We all know they're guilty as charged
By punishment due to their crimes
Sacrifice the wicked!
Acknowledged by scripture and law
"Let them curse our names!
On these blood-stained pages of misery
Let them call us tyrants so cruel
Let them call us liars so deceitful
Let them curse our names
But we shall remember the truth"
This Lurian military song is ascribed to the regiments of the Emperor's Will, a northern army situated in Earth Hall mostly, but also Moon Hall. A patriotic tune, sometimes heralding the advance of the Emperors armies.
The Watch on the Euschean - ((Original: Max Schneckenburger - Die Wacht Am Rhein))
The cry resounds like thunder's peal,
Like crashing waves and clang of steel:
To the North, the North. to the Lurian North
Who will defend our lands henceforth?
Loving Empire, put your mind at rest
Firm and true, stands his Will,
The Watch on the Euschean!
They stand, a thousand strong,
Quick to avenge their country's wrong
The honest Lurian, their bosoms swell
They shall protect the sacred lands well
Loving Empire, put your mind at rest,
Firm and true, stands his Will,
The Watch on the Euschean!
They look up to heaven's blue,
From where ancient heroes hold their view,
And swear with pride and oath,
You Euschean and I, stay Lurian, both.
Loving Empire, put your mind at rest
Firm and true, stands his Will
The Watch on the Euschean!
Should my heart not survive this stand,
You will never fall into foreign hands,
Much, as your waters without end,
Is Luria in heroes' blood, willing to spend.
Loving Empire, put your mind at rest
Firm and true, stands his Will
The Watch on the Euschean!
So lead us with your tried command,
With trust in the Empire, sword in hand,
Hail the Emperor! Ours is the flood!
Erase any shame with our foes' blood!
Loving Empire, put your mind at rest,
Firm and true, stands his Will,
The Watch on the Euschean!
The cry resounds like thunder's peal,
Like crashing waves and clang of steel:
To the North, the North. to the Lurian North
Who will defend our lands henceforth?
Loving Empire, put your mind at rest,
Firm and true, stands his Will,
The Watch on the Euschean!