Music: Journey of the Magi, composed and performed by Mike Round of Mykyndred...my grateful thanks for its use. Poem written and recited by Dawn Sinclair. Thanks to Graeme Cammack (Shedman) for his help in production
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From the Immortal Series, this poem deals with the anger of the Mountain, Arcanis, when he discovers that the mortals have ignored his edict not to explore on Immortal property.
I was so very lucky to get the permission to use one of my all-time favourite pieces of modern classical Journey of the Magi, a piece composed by my good friend and supporter, Mike Round...thanks Mike. I truly appreciate your trust.
Lyrics
The Wrath of Arcanis
by Dawn Sinclair (Rainbow Threads)
What beings are these who dare to tread upon Immortal steppes
and with such arrogance of tone, demand for secrets kept
by one, who shall give no response save that I gave before:
”You shall not, if you live a thousand lifetimes, break the laws
laid down by gods more mightiful than any of mortal creation
Are you Earth's kings and lords come hither, or of lowly station?”
It matters naught. You trespass on the paths to Valrou'hain gold
and foolishly mistake the truth in tales you have been told.
Immortals are careless of that which for a mortal carries such weight
nor do their sweet souls fill with rage; tis I you make irate.
Well damned Arcanis be if he should let this mewling pair
escape the reaches of his wrath. I warned you to beware!
Come hurricane and sweep their lands, come deluge drown their homes,
come fire and brimstone from my bowels, unloose your fiery foam.
Smite every last ignoble rat and show them mercy naught.
No sword of stars shall save them now, this battle shall be fought
with elements at my command; come hail and snow and fire!
My gods empowered their servant's hand; now purging will transpire.
Rise from the darkness, monstrous Murk, and bare your sabrous teeth,
swell proudly, slug and maggot, to slick their lea and heath
come boldly, sucking leeches, drink your fill of human blood
where water rises in the worst of Cendua water's flood.
Let mortals fear to tread the soil 'tween here and Iceni's yawn
Defy Arcanis, humans, and regret the day you were born.