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Elalômë - don't ask!

"We dance to the rhythym
Of life without care,
The song of the sound
Of the wind in our hair,
We weave as melodious battle resounds
And we sing to the glory Vikros!

For the song of the dancer shall course in our veins,
Though the dancer may perish, the song shall remain,
Shall remain.

We reel amidst maelstrom,
Cavort with our foe,
Our hearts keep the beat
As we sway to and fro,
And the joy of the dance, it fills all of our souls
And we sing to the glory of Vikros!

For the song of the dancer shall course in our veins,
Though the dancer may perish, the song shall remain,
Shall remain.

When battle breeds triumph,
And dancers are gone,
When we’re nought but dust
All our deeds will live on
In the songs that the Bards sing of times long ago
When we sang to the glory of Vikros!

And the song of the dancer shall course in your veins,
Though the Dancers have perished, the song still remains,
Still remains.



As the song finishes, the wardancer says, I could think of no better way to explain."

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