Songs of the Humans
The songs of Humanity are young compared to those of Elder races, yet in their brevity lies their power. We who were transformed from Elven-kind in the Age of Silence learned that life is short and precious, and so our songs burn with an urgency the immortal cannot know. These verses speak of hope, of perseverance, and of the stubborn refusal to surrender that defines our people.
- Gathered by Songmaster Aldwin of Tyralia, Keeper of the Living Tradition
Children of the Silence
The anthem of Humanity, sung at festivals and gatherings
We were not born-we were made,
Shaped by silence, unafraid,
When magic fled and hope grew dim,
We rose from ashes, fierce and grim.We are the children of the change,
Our lives are short, our spirits strange,
We burn like candles in the night,
Brief but fierce, our mortal light.Let Elves recall their ancient home,
Let Dwarves carve deep in mountain stone,
We Humans look not to the past,
But build the future, built to last.For what is time to those who die?
Each moment precious, each goodbye
A reminder that we must not wait-
We seize today, we make our fate.
The Farmer''s Evening Prayer
Sung at sunset across the fields of Lutovia
The sun descends, the work is done,
We thank the earth for all she''s spun,
The grain stands tall, the harvest near,
Another day, another year.Taninsam''s light has warmed the soil,
Tanin''iver''s rain blessed our toil,
We ask no glory, seek no fame,
Just bread enough and roof from rain.Bless this land, bless this home,
Bless the children yet to come,
And when our hands can work no more,
May others tend what we worked for.
March of the Freeblade
A soldier''s marching song, popular among mercenary companies
Left, right, left, right,
We march from dawn to night,
Our blades are sharp, our purses light,
But glory waits beyond the fight!We fight for coin, we fight for fame,
We fight because it''s all the same-
A sword don''t care whose hand it''s in,
As long as it''s the hand that wins!From Tyralia to Borea''s snow,
The Freeblades march where battles go,
We''ll drink tonight and fight tomorrow,
Trading joy for other''s sorrow!So left, right, keep the line,
The Freeblades march through rain and shine,
And when we fall, remember this:
We lived more life than cowards miss!
The Healer''s Hymn
Sung softly by those who tend the sick and wounded
By Tanin''iver''s gentle grace,
I come to ease, not to erase,
The pain you bear, the wounds you hide,
I''ll sit with you, here at your side.Healing is not magic''s gift alone,
It lives in touch and caring tone,
In patient hours and sleepless nights,
In small compassions, quiet rights.Rest now, let the body mend,
I am your keeper, I am your friend,
And should the darkness take you home,
You shall not make that journey alone.