The Rising of the Moon
And come tell me Second Generation, tell me why you hurry so
Hush the brouhaha, and listen whilst the hills were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For the prism must be together at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
For the prism must be together at the rising of the moon
And come tell me Second Generation, where the gathering is to be
At the city on the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token, whistle out the marching tune
With your prisms drawn together by the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your prisms drawn together by the rising of the moon
Out from many a mud-walled cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a "manly" heart was beating for the cursed coming light
Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee's lonely croon
A thousand daemon spirits rose, at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
A thousand daemon spirits rose, at the rising of the moon
All along that singing river, that black mass of death was seen
High above their shining weapons hanged their own beloved queen
Death to every foe and traitor, whistle out the marching tune
And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon
Hush the brouhaha, and listen whilst the hills were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For the prism must be together at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
For the prism must be together at the rising of the moon
And come tell me Second Generation, where the gathering is to be
At the city on the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token, whistle out the marching tune
With your prisms drawn together by the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your prisms drawn together by the rising of the moon
Out from many a mud-walled cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a "manly" heart was beating for the cursed coming light
Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee's lonely croon
A thousand daemon spirits rose, at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
A thousand daemon spirits rose, at the rising of the moon
All along that singing river, that black mass of death was seen
High above their shining weapons hanged their own beloved queen
Death to every foe and traitor, whistle out the marching tune
And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon
Taken from the babblings of Rose, Cursed Daughter of Dennis of Sallefort, in the Blue Fever-storm of Lorothol.
Recovered by Catlyn, Uplifted Queen of the Sekjhen, During the waning days of the Seventh Iteration.
Thought lost to history by virtue of their passage back to the Blue just before the Final Act of the Fellstones, the document has subsequently reappeared spontaneously in Manes libraries from Eldressar south to Moriah Diende, the reformed capital of Zephyros, the combined nations of Berrovia, torn asunder by the Berrovite Incursion, and Neomoria, nearly obliterated by the ravages of Men and Elves over the Age of Revening, now closed by the Fellstones.
Recovered by Catlyn, Uplifted Queen of the Sekjhen, During the waning days of the Seventh Iteration.
Thought lost to history by virtue of their passage back to the Blue just before the Final Act of the Fellstones, the document has subsequently reappeared spontaneously in Manes libraries from Eldressar south to Moriah Diende, the reformed capital of Zephyros, the combined nations of Berrovia, torn asunder by the Berrovite Incursion, and Neomoria, nearly obliterated by the ravages of Men and Elves over the Age of Revening, now closed by the Fellstones.
Type
Text, Literary (Novel/Poetry)
