These mountains are my sacred home The only place I’ve ever known With my own blood my tree I’ve grown The land my house, the sky my dome Starless skies, silent winds Lifeless mountainsides Savage land, heartless land Here no glory hides Burning hearts freeze at night Faith and hope obscured Deathless shades ever pale Bitterness endured Dreams of...Learn More

Of what I sought mere shadows now remain In quest of honour many lost more than they’d gain If you would know yourself come heed the commot lore There is a place where you might find what you are looking for Two days’ ride from here Speak, the mirror’ll hear you From the beginning this has been my only goal And I had given up, there’s thunder in...Learn More

The flock I’ve waited for has come to me Good greetings whoever you may be The sheep shall now be yours, so I proclaim A wanderer, Taran is my name Since you’re alive and breathing obviously you’re a son There is no home to tell of, the quest has just begun Small Avren brings whatever we need Life is a matter of luck, is it not Shelter and food...Learn More

Here my heart does long to stay, yet nothing will keep me here Annlaw’s craft never’ll be mine, this I fear Master dear must not despair, new horizons in new lands Never must he fail to believe in his hands If you will stay here longer you’ll stay to shed your blood Outlaws are roaming freely to take all that we’ve got A band, perhaps a dozen...Learn More

Come wanderer cross the threshold, tell me where you’ve been going Your eyes are not jesting I’m Dwyvach weaver-woman whose art is ever growing My loom’s never resting See loom of weavings and see windings and bindings Gurgi’s poor tender head won’t understand a thing The weaver’s craft might be the one I’ll find in life for me Will you share the...Learn More

For weeks and months we’ve labored Winter’s coming soon The first snow falls on our heads Darkness is growing, blood is on the moon Light is fading like my life will fade Once but a barren wasteland, my son has saved my world Tell me your tales about the life you lost All days of high adventure by fire come again Here we’ll survive the bitter...Learn More

The land of the Free Commots gave us shelter, gave us food This fair land by Annuvin’s lord never has been subdued Where hammer strikes on anvil I will try to earn my bread I crave to learn the art of shaping metal hot and red I’ve no gold to pay you but for you I’ll labour gladly There’s no time to teach you although tasks I have aplenty Master...Learn More

All my life my hands have worked the earth and shaped the clay Where it ends and I begin to tell there is no way On the wheel the truth will come to life and hearts will burn More than any other thing this craft I wish to learn Sleep and rest your weary limbs, do rest my dear old friend After all we may have come now to our journey’s end Shape...Learn More