Sombre Arcane
Solamnic Death Chant
From Dragons of Winter Night (pages 394-395)
Novel by Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman
Poetry by Michael Williams
Return this man to Huma's breast:
Let him be lost in sunlight,
In the chorus of air where breath is translated;
At the sky's border receive him.
Beyond the wild, impartial skies
Have you set your lodgings,
In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires
In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.
Grant to him a warrior's rest.
Above our singing, above song itself,
May the ages of peace converge in a day,
May he dwell in the heart of Paladine.
And set the last spark of his eyes
In a fixed and holy place
Above words and the borrowed land too loved
As we recount the ages.
Free from the smothering clouds of war
As he once rose in infancy,
The long world possible and bright before him,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Upon the torches of stars
Was mapped the immaculate glory of childhood;
From that wronged and nestling country,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Let the last surge of his breath
Perpetuate wine, attar of flowers;
From the vanguard of love, the last to surrender,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Take refuge in the cradling air
From the heart of the sword descending,
From the weight of battle on battle;
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Above the dreams of ravens where
His dreams first tried a rest beyond changing,
From the yearning for war and the war's ending,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Only the hawk remembers death
In a late country; from the dusk,
From the fade of the senses, we are thankful that you,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Then let his shade to Huma rise
Out of the body of death, of the husk unraveling;
From the lodging of the mind upon nothing, we are thankful to you,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Beyond the wild, impartial skies
Have you set your lodgings,
In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires
In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.
Return this man to Huma's breast
Beyond the wild, impartial skies;
Grant to him a warrior's rest
And set the last spark of his eyes
Free from the smothering clouds of wars,
Upon the torches of stars.
Let the last surge of his breath
Take refuge in the cradling air
Above the dreams of ravens, where
Only the hawk remembers death.
Then let his shade to Huma rise,
Beyond the wild, impartial skies.
3. Far From the Hold of the Sea Princes
Cover of the band Changes
I have seen the crimson sunset
casting shadows on a lonely beach.
I have witnessed stars of nighttime
light their silver patterns out of reach.
I have watched the soaring eagle fly
through blue and endless skies.
I have felt the look of love shine in
your dark and searching eyes.
But the saddest thing I've ever seen
was when you walked away.
But the saddest thing I've ever seen
was when you walked away.
I have heard the roar of thunder
rip across a stormy summer night.
I have watched those white and weightless
clouds of morning sail out of sight
I have felt most cherished moments slipping
through the gripping hands of hope.
I have heard the violent final snapping
of the last strand of the rope.
But the saddest thing I've ever seen
was when you walked away.
But the saddest thing I've ever seen
was when you walked away.
5. Return From Dragonspear
6. Solamnic Death Chant - Order of the Night Sky Remix
Order of the Night Sky became Orb of The Moons
7. Bowels of The Underdark
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Baby's First Dungeon Synth Album
Baby's First Dungeon Synth Album
In July of 2019, I was able to pick up a copy of their self-titled debut album on CD, and I cannot state this enough- every single track of this album, from the haunting Solamnic Death Chant, to the triumphant Return from Dragonspear, is a masterpiece. The writing, playing, and production quality of this album are top-tier, and all blend together to give a mystical, brooding charm that sweeps the listener deep into dark caverns and atop parapets adorned with battle-flags waving in the wind. An absolute must-have, and a great introduction to dungeon synth.