Ancestry
Whispering drumming beneath the streamed stars
The golden glow tempered by silver light
Hearing the breathing harp through strings of bars
Drinking in misty years behind old scars
Dwarves did dance deep within the valley’s sight
Whispering drumming beneath the streamed stars
Bless the fathers and mothers bound by wars
Heavy hearts turned to stone by worried fright
Hearing the breathing harp through strings of bars
They did plant their flags by the wild sea spars
They prayed upon the ghost ridge ev’ry night
Whispering drumming beneath the streamed stars
Against the distance from faraway Mars
Love endured and faith enlivened their might
Hearing the breathing harp through strings of bars
They craved for one sharp sense of Avatars
Their minds in tow split wisdom from their sight
Whispering drumming beneath the streamed stars
Hearing the breathing harp through strings of bars
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