Never forget the fathers of old,
and the great stories they told,
they show us our heritage,
of love, justice, anger and even rage.
Tanarion was the first,
the one who quenched our thirst,
a land for our own.
a land where our children have grown.
Curious Tonar, with his nose in the air,
kind and wise, just and fair.
even when death asked for a fight,
He chose for the path of light.
Three children came after him,
But chances of peace were slim.
The first one died before his time,
left his father to the paine's chime.
The second one saw only war,
he never did saw see very far.
in his foolishness,
he became far less
Now his fathers blood is his stains,
and his younger sisters blood rains,
But where is she, the rightfull heir,
Tolean where are you,the one who was fair.
Tolean lives again anew,
and her resolve grew,
one day we'll see our queen return.
And then will her brother burn.
When that happens no one knows,
we'll know, when the blood flows.
(written by the keeper of the great library at the time Elian took the throne. shortly after the keeper was executed, and his family killed. The only one who survived was Ysara: the keepers daughter.)
Auteur: Max Argos | ||
Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 15 december 2005 | ||
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