With a redish tint, they fly.
                                               And the lure of the winds spreads across,
                                               Even to the marsh lands covered in moss.

Ohhhh! We go to war today!
                                                    We seek the rue right way!
                                                       The gods so bright!
                                                        Withen the night!
                                                    And the fireflies light the sky.

Our weapons high with might,
                                                    And yes were ready to fight!
                                               For the dark is dawn and dawn is dark,
                                                 and the enemy bites more then bark.

Ohhhh! We go to war today!
                                                    We seek the true right way!
                                                       The gods so bright!
                                                        Withen the night!
                                                    And the fireflies light the sky.

Our flags wave past,
                                                        down to the last!
                                                   And our faces grim with pride!
                                                   Saying that "we will not hide!"
                                                 And so we march through the land,
                                                     singing brightly in a band!
                                                     "And Forward!" we say.
                                                     For we go to war today!

Oh! We go to war today!
                                                    We found the true right way!
                                                       The gods still bright!
                                                        Withen the night!
                                                   And the fireflies light the sky...

The Hum Of The Oak
By:Anafdune (Arynesti)
-Mirkwood tale
Winds blew past, the storm of day
The leaves hanged loose I can say,
The grass grew wild
The earth furtile,
And the lands and hopes of it's smile.

The forest hums it's tune to me
The music carrys on, past the sea.
And all the blessings of the oak,
huddle above me sound and broke.

The merry tune, oh so I love
from the melody, up above.
I whirl around the fresh pine,
it makes me feel quite devine.

The forest hums it's tune to me
The music carrys on, past the sea.
And all the blessings of the oak,
huddle above me sound and broke.

The creatures of the oak, come now
share this melody as I bow.
The music rings in my ears,
my eyes thoust filled with thy tears.

And I Arynesti
Of the true,
Give my greetings
and bow to you.
Forest of the merry tune,
carry on
Into thy, bright moon.

The forest hums it's tune to me
The music carrys on, past the sea.
And all the blessings of the oak,
huddle above me sound and broke.

And now the moon shines with all its might.
The tree's stand withen the light.
And the whistle of my flute carrys on,
past the night, past the dawn.

And the huming tree's
And the magic fairys
Caught the sky in there blue magic
as I forgot the weary and the tragic.

The forest hums it's tune to me
The music carrys on, past the sea.
And all the blessings of the oak,
huddle above me sound and broke.

I pick up my feet and walked to town
the people talking with a frown
As I can hum the tree's sweet tune,
they said carry on
Into thy bright moon.
So we can too, here this merry toungue
of a bard, Celbrook the young.
And let our spirits fly with the tree's
past the mountains, past thy seas.

The forest still hums it's tune to me
The music still carrys on, past the sea.
And all the blessings of the old oak,
will always huddle above me sound and broke.

Festival Born
By: Anafdune (Arynesti)
-kenders rattle song
Heyo Heyo, look up away
I'm running past your door today.
Theres a festival here, early morn
Got up, and I myself was Festival Born.

Oh, the smell of crowds of fun and games,
the smell of happyness the smell of manes.
Manes? you say, yes it's true,
theres horses near and I am too.

There it is my dream so real,
I can buy, cloths that are teal!
Did you see this little trinket, so golden and shiny,
the bluest diamond, the food so grimey.

Heyo Heyo, look up away
I'm running past, your door today.
Theres a festival here, early morn.
Got up, and I myself was Festival born.

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