Beneath the Paling Light

Beneath the Paling Light is an old Ashakré ballad detailing one man's account of the fall of Silwaris.

Refrain

Winter yields to spring and thaw
from whence the melt makes flood
Sweet Silwaris stirs, my love
and blood must follow blood

On yon bright hill the keepers flock
to warn us of mankind
but seers hardly ken the truth
from threats so ill-defined

"To arms!  To arms" Uarthé cry
the siren song of fear