Luria Nova/A Collection of Lurian Songs & Poetry

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.

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.

Collection of Anonymous or non-noble Writers

- ((OOC: AKA. Appropriated/Adapted Material)) Courteousy of various patrons of the Imperial Library

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'm 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're longing for?

Will we ever walk out of shadows so grey?

We're condemned, we are harrowed

Ashen fields they don't hurt anymore

I cannot escape it seems,

There at the world's end.

It's 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 shall begin.

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.

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"

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!