The Chronicles Pt. III
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 fire, they burn our hearts alive While damnation works its way Forsaken liar, all guilt must be denied I’m cursed till my dying day Dragon souls, fields of fire Darkness comes too soon Where they’ll go, what will be Tells the harvest moon
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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 days of frost Kind master come with hastenings Too late, he is gone with stumblings Too steep, even bold Gurgi he fears to climb down Is this a taste of freedom Oh what man am I His death breaks my chains in two A way to safety, Gurgi sees a way What son forsakes his own flesh and blood No bond of blood does hold you, never have I been false Save once, the crutch I leaned on to survive Ashamed I was to lie to you, ashamed to speak the truth Now leave me here, begone and save your lives No father came to love a son more dearly We shall not be gone There is still hope, the Fair Folk they may hear our call Kind master blow the horn of old Fair hands will help us and take hold With mighty healings and with heavings save us all Awaken, earth guardians, from a distant age Awaken, earth guardians, open wide the cage Awaken, earth guardians, ere it is too late Awaken, earth guardians, open wide the gate Leave this valley, leave it all behind and never we’ll return Come the springtime we must leave, so far away, another day Craddoc was a man of courage and good heart, my love he earned Come the days of spring we’ll go, so far away, no reason to stay Untold better should remain I’d have left him where he’d fallen For my heart was full of shame So ashamed to be base-born I’d have left him there to die And I heard the thunder rolling Heed your heart it’ll never lie Now my shame is for my own Find your heart and find your future Make your own way, earn your own keep To the Free Commots we’ll ride Though hearts and souls be hollow Two wand’rers in the pale light Where the wind blows we’ll follow Brave Gurgi, kindly master To the wild east the winds blow Come battle or disaster To new horizons they’ll go
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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 all the children to feed It’s all it takes and it’s all that we’ve got Born from the river the life of the faithful is Every day brings us another surprise Live for the day and your life will not go amiss All you need to do is open your eyes From out of nowhere these riches come There truly is nothing that can’t be done Sooner or later it all will be found The river brings it to this fairest ground My luck it is no greater than yours or any man’s But never fail to see it, what falls into your hands Stones on the pathways they will grind our meal Sweet are the fruit of the forest so deep And when the wild geese left they did reveal Feathers to soften our rest and our sleep For the first time in many days I can rest Truly by fire and by earth you are blessed Come rest your hearts and make yourselves at home here Brave Gurgi by these riverbanks knows no fear What will you choose, you’ll never be forsaken By time the fever of old must awaken What I seek I don’t know but I must seek more May you find all that you will ever look for Come the morn early we’ll be on our way Make sure there’s one lesson you won’t forget Trust your luck, wanderer, it will come your way But never forget to put our your nets
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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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 true a man must be of his art to be its teacher Hold your breath or to strike on my anvil I will seize you In all the Commots no greater art you will find Hevydd the smith’s skills are one of a kind Life is a forge, stand to the fire Life is an anvil and hammer too Roasting and pounding, flames soaring higher Shape your life well and life will shape you You’ll forge yourself a sword from the beginning to the end So gather fuel to feed the greatest fire in the land Smelt out the metal from these rocks, a treasure gained at cost And pay the price in scorched skin and in blood, no labour’s lost Clouds of sparks singe our skin, burnt and blistered head to toe now Frozen in weariness yet I feel I’ll make it somehow Show your strength, try the fire and your deeds will be remembered Without worth metal is until it’s been shaped and tempered And if the blade I forged shatters what must I do What else is there but start all anew You’ll be a swordsmith, a worthy one in Prydain To journey onwards it must be time
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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 secrets That I will do but beware, an easy task it will not be Your strength, may you keep it The cloak you’re wearing clearly has seen better days You’ll weave yourself a new one, learn the ancient ways No spinnings are the tasks of bold and clever men As long as it gets done the work will not complain From thread to pattern it’s a long way Though bruised and battered you’ll never lose your spirit Life is a loom full of lives and days And weave your pattern the way you want to see it This is far better than what cloak I’ve ever had before Each thread in my memory Well-woven work it is indeed, I’ll teach you so much more This is not my destiny Among the finest weavers you’ll be any day Yet I see in your eyes you do not wish to stay
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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 the clay as you would shape your life, speak through your hands Make it come alive, come wintеr you will understand High secrets of all crafts, anciеnt lore Lost in Annuvin forevermore There’s no separation for the hands and clay are one Skillfully and silently at heart all can be done I will teach you only what your soul can learn from me Stay if that’s your wish, time tells us how much that may be Dreams come alive on the potter’s wheel Say with your hands what your heart may feel I am the clay and the clay is me This is the voice of your destiny Darkness falls onto my soul and empty I’m inside Why is it that what I sought to me remains denied No man knows the answer and not one man ever should Years of vain hope you were spared, let this be understood
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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 strong, in plunder they delight Against twelve we’re but seven yet we will stand and fight Brave men I see standing in line Yet seven you are not but nine We must never give in without fighting Offer tribute, beg them spare our lives If victory’s denied we’ll perish in the flames It’s all or nothing, there’ll be blood tonight Yellow-haired their leader is, riding on a sorrel mare Swords for hire, for no life they’ll ever care Nine may stand against a dozen though if Dorath leads them on Evil ruffians know no mercy, be foregone We’ll fight with strength and cunning and never will despair We’ll hide among our flock to take the outlaws unaware The women of the Commot will set up a raging din Rakes and hoes resembling swords and battleaxes of our kin The day has gone, up is the moon It’s time to fight, they’re coming soon Dorath the king of thieves, come face me, come face your end This time your treachery won’t help you We will defend, you’ll never see the sun The Commot folk are no warriors Who taught them to wield a sword My companions dead or dying We’ll meet again, Swineherd Lord Wicked robbers fled with yellings, victory this battle brought Those who did not flee were put to the sword Yes they feared the kindly master and they feared bold Gurgi too In the moonlight swords were gleaming right and true They’ll come back to our land no more We’ll be with you in times of war
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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 my soul Of this you never spoke, what sorrows do you hide I’ll tell you all but in the telling there’s no pride Veils of black will heave for those who bеlieve Dreams will comе at night At first light I’ll ride In the north at Meledin master and Gurgi will find Shiny waters, wisdom rich, eyes will see that once were blind Where the Lake of Llunet lies gleaming in the early sun Here I’ll find the truth of it, who’s the father of this son Child come closer and you’ll see See all that was meant to be Victory or tragedy Touched by shadow and by light, gleaming like a silver shield Scarcely will I dare to breathe, all my life will be revealed See with lookings master dear, closer to the mirror bend Silent waves with magic dance, is the journey at its end The mirror does reveal what’s true In shiny waters calm and blue The mirror speaks to those with faith To gaze in it one must be brave Again well met are we My pleasure, Lord Swineherd Your treasure I’ve come for Not your blade ill-favored Will you call your company Come call that coward lot Dear master’s fair own sword Is all that he has got Deaf are they, dead in their graves or long fled No one is there for the sharing Mine is the treasure you hide in there Robber with swearings and tearings Nothing this pool does hold Draw your blade or you’ll die An end to your lying Come let your steel be tried Gone is the mirror, it will be no more Emptied the pool of all water Water is gone with spatterings and shatterings No more to see, no more to be Tell me wanderer, have you looked into the mirror then For a few moments but none shall look in it again I will not question you but speak what’s in your heart It was myself I saw, each thing a little part Pride and vanity Wisdom and folly, a lot Alike as men may seem each is a different man Myself and no one else, I know well who I am No deeper secret the mirror could have told Manhood is earned by deeds, not given, bought or sold Life is a net of luck and a forge, too Life is a loom yet there is more to do Clay to be shaped as the potter’s wheel’s clay Caer Dallben waits, I’ve been too long away Do not forget us wanderer, we shall not forget you The boy without home or past, he is well tried and true I saw the fairest of Prydain’s grounds No greater treasure there can be found Horses are pawing the ground to take us home Caer Dallben’s waiting and far we have to roam In these immortal lands born of the dawn Souls know that ancient times are never gone
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026