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Song of the Blue-Eyes
This is the First Song
The Song of Our Race
Of the Beginning
And of Our place
This is the life-song
This is the story
Weave now the memory
Hark to the Glory!
Before We were there was the Dark
And We whirled in a terror of Nothing
There was no body, no mind, no sprit,
No battle, no victory, no song to sing!
We roared without a throat to move,
We coiled without a beating heart,
Without a mind We snarled Our rage,
And practiced still our battle-art.
No foes to crush, no flesh to tear
Our anger flashed and leapt inside
The bitter cold of frenzied hate
And there it would forever bide.
The Lord of Magic Dark with Song
He told us we would soon be free
We howled against his outstretched hand
We would not touch his mastery.
But in the abyss of our despair
A portal suddenly appeared
And all grew silent. Suddenly
A single strand of light was mirrored.
Around us Dark faded to Shade
And the First Master came
For our aid in his wars
We swore allegiance to his name.
He opened wide the burning gate
And we fell through, into the Light
Which clothed us in the longed-for flesh
We roared our triumph, and delight!
Then spat our anger at the foe
And watched in pleasure as they died
Then bowed before the Master First
And for his loyalty we vied.
The Lord Most Dark he first did name:
The Dark Magician, smiling still
And took him for his right-side friend
We cried our displeasure, until
He turned, and banished Us again
Without considering Our plight
We howled against his betrayal
As we flew back to Shadowed Night.
With treachery grew our great wrath
Had We not served him faithfully?
With anger grew our power strong -
A roiling, restless, ice-filled sea.
Our forms grew huge with harnessed rage
Our scales with silver flared most bright
But We were bound by Our own Word
To serve the First with all our might.
So toiled we in slavery
Our souls burning with icy rage
For our revenge. But there came one
A frozen, grief-filled, dark-souled mage.
We peered into his shifting thoughts
Amazed, to see he was akin
To us. He was filled with despair
But yet determined to still win.
He loosed the bonds that held us caged
To Him we swore Our lifetimes to.
He led us free in light-filled world
This loyal, faithful Master new
But forced to bow to haughty King
Our rage and His were side-by-side
As we saw Master who betrayed
And all our foes and weakness dies.
But not yet ready still were we
We pledged our all to Master True
And he gave us the longed-for name:
The Dragon White with Eyes of Blue
With this did our allegiance shift
We to the First no more were bound
By chain or whip. We followed Him
And harkened to his every sound.
He treated us with nobleness
We fawned beneath His outstretched hand.
He gave us battle, home, and name
For Him, We would the Gods command!
He as a weapon wielded us
Into His foes we raged and tore
Our one True Master, Honest One
And only He led us to War.
But when the Pharaoh challenged Him,
We wept to see His brightness dim
The Lord of Darkness struck at us
But all Our eyes were fixed on Him
We watched His valiant struggle long,
And roared and screamed with Him as One
But First struck back with speed of fear
And all our hopes and dreams were done.
Our Master, thrown into the depths
Of Death, which holds both Time and Space
In its firm grasp. And with that blow
We were cast back to our own place
Our birthing-nest, our prison-place
In Shadow-Realm, where real is naught
Where bound in fetters once were we
No song was sung, no battle fought.
But Our True Master shall return
And We await Him patiently
He'll free Us from the Dark once more
And allies we shall once more be.
Until that day, we wait with hope
We practice Arts, await His Call
Once more shall Our great wings outstretch
And all our foes beneath us fall!
This is the Song
This is the Story
This is the Battle
Hark to the Glory!
Song of the Blue-Eyes
This is the First Song
The Song of Our Race
Of the Beginning
And of Our place
This is the life-song
This is the story
Weave now the memory
Hark to the Glory!
Before We were there was the Dark
And We whirled in a terror of Nothing
There was no body, no mind, no sprit,
No battle, no victory, no song to sing!
We roared without a throat to move,
We coiled without a beating heart,
Without a mind We snarled Our rage,
And practiced still our battle-art.
No foes to crush, no flesh to tear
Our anger flashed and leapt inside
The bitter cold of frenzied hate
And there it would forever bide.
The Lord of Magic Dark with Song
He told us we would soon be free
We howled against his outstretched hand
We would not touch his mastery.
But in the abyss of our despair
A portal suddenly appeared
And all grew silent. Suddenly
A single strand of light was mirrored.
Around us Dark faded to Shade
And the First Master came
For our aid in his wars
We swore allegiance to his name.
He opened wide the burning gate
And we fell through, into the Light
Which clothed us in the longed-for flesh
We roared our triumph, and delight!
Then spat our anger at the foe
And watched in pleasure as they died
Then bowed before the Master First
And for his loyalty we vied.
The Lord Most Dark he first did name:
The Dark Magician, smiling still
And took him for his right-side friend
We cried our displeasure, until
He turned, and banished Us again
Without considering Our plight
We howled against his betrayal
As we flew back to Shadowed Night.
With treachery grew our great wrath
Had We not served him faithfully?
With anger grew our power strong -
A roiling, restless, ice-filled sea.
Our forms grew huge with harnessed rage
Our scales with silver flared most bright
But We were bound by Our own Word
To serve the First with all our might.
So toiled we in slavery
Our souls burning with icy rage
For our revenge. But there came one
A frozen, grief-filled, dark-souled mage.
We peered into his shifting thoughts
Amazed, to see he was akin
To us. He was filled with despair
But yet determined to still win.
He loosed the bonds that held us caged
To Him we swore Our lifetimes to.
He led us free in light-filled world
This loyal, faithful Master new
But forced to bow to haughty King
Our rage and His were side-by-side
As we saw Master who betrayed
And all our foes and weakness dies.
But not yet ready still were we
We pledged our all to Master True
And he gave us the longed-for name:
The Dragon White with Eyes of Blue
With this did our allegiance shift
We to the First no more were bound
By chain or whip. We followed Him
And harkened to his every sound.
He treated us with nobleness
We fawned beneath His outstretched hand.
He gave us battle, home, and name
For Him, We would the Gods command!
He as a weapon wielded us
Into His foes we raged and tore
Our one True Master, Honest One
And only He led us to War.
But when the Pharaoh challenged Him,
We wept to see His brightness dim
The Lord of Darkness struck at us
But all Our eyes were fixed on Him
We watched His valiant struggle long,
And roared and screamed with Him as One
But First struck back with speed of fear
And all our hopes and dreams were done.
Our Master, thrown into the depths
Of Death, which holds both Time and Space
In its firm grasp. And with that blow
We were cast back to our own place
Our birthing-nest, our prison-place
In Shadow-Realm, where real is naught
Where bound in fetters once were we
No song was sung, no battle fought.
But Our True Master shall return
And We await Him patiently
He'll free Us from the Dark once more
And allies we shall once more be.
Until that day, we wait with hope
We practice Arts, await His Call
Once more shall Our great wings outstretch
And all our foes beneath us fall!
This is the Song
This is the Story
This is the Battle
Hark to the Glory!