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I must contain my anger, or I won't control my power-
But gods! How long I've waited just to see this very hour!
It's just as well I'm not the one who calls the storm of fire---
Or I would turn this battle plain into your funeral pyre!

The priests all say I must not hate--- but I will not pretend.
I saw the wreck you made of her, my Herald and my friend---
The scars you left in flesh and soul will be so slow to fade---

The stars are very beautiful, above the palace walls,
They shine with equal splendour, still above far humbler halls.
I watch them from my window, but their bright entrancing glow,
Reminds me of the freedom I gave up so long ago.

The royal circlet of bright gold rests lightly on my brow,
I once thought only of the rights this circlet would endow.
But once I took the crown to which I had been schooled and bred,

I am a creature of the wood,
forsaken in my solitude
My song is pleasure and is pain,
my song can drive a man insane
So come with me, my pipes I'll play,
and we will dance 'till break of day
I shall be thy lover

Snow is lying on the meadow
Ravens roosting in the tree
All the world was deep and silent
And whispers dancing on the breeze
Up the stair to Kethry’s workroom
Kero made the dark ascent
Fearing through the mist and magic
Wonder where her courage went

All waning moon conceals her face
Behind a scuttling wind torn cloud
She wraps herself in its embrace
As in a tattered cloke

The wind is waiting in the trees
The lens are warped and bent and bared
I stand within my circle now

It was just a week till Sovven, and the nights were turning chill
And the battle turned to stalemate, double-bluff, and feint and drill
When a shadow drifted northward, just a shadow, nothing more.
No one noticed that the shadows grew all darker that before.
No one noticed that the shadows seemed to creep into the heart,
But from then the fight for freedom seemed a fool's quest from the start.
All the hopes that they had cherished seemed unreasoned and naive
Nothing worth the strength to pray for, or to strive for, or believe.

Петли и капканы, ямы и арканы
Гони свою дичь, куда захочешь.
Хитрый трюк закроет путь
Петли и капканы, ямы и арканы.

Петли нужны ловить и путать
Под прикрытием веточки с узелком
Разложенные там, где самоуверенные

What do you do when you have to choose
When every way that you turn you lose?
What do you do when you have to choose?

On the one hand, my dearest friend
One I would gladly die to defend
He asks me to say things I don't believe
And trust words I would swear are meant to deceive, to deceive.

Ride, warrior, ride
With your blade by your side,
Follow on your spirit-steed
While wounds darken and bleed.
Reap the wind as you fly,
Hear the night beasts cry.
Cold tears run with the rain
Down the horse’s mane.