The Dirge of Dreta Phantas
"The Dirge of Dreta Phantas"
Written for my Ptolus campaign
In Imperial Common:
Here I stand, this hallowed ground
The place where once I lived
But it is bare, and I am dead,
For I died in Dreta Phantas.
I watched from high as dark elves climbed
And burned my home to ashes.
I fought them well, but at last died
My sword falling to the earth.
My lady love, high in the spires,
Attending to the Dream King,
I thought of her with my last breath
As the dark elves were singing:
"We've come so far, through dreck and blood
To burn the dreaming city.
Darkness thrives as your city dies
Your city, your Dreta Phantas.
"Gorgoth-lol, our sweet dark one,
Will praise us with treasures hereafter.
Our will resounds beneath the ground,
our blades dripping with blood."
I hear their calls, but cannot move at all,
No hope to rise for fighting.
And so I wept, and prayed for death,
And found my wish was granted.
A ghost am I, on a barren plain,
No hope for freedom or rest.
My lady love, whose name I've forgot,
Lies dead in Dreta Phantas.
And now I wait, through endless days,
Through cold and star-filled winters.
The age is old, and my bones are cold,
And I wait near Dreta Phantas.
For old men say that again some day
Our children will come here searching
That day they'll find what we left behind
And I'll find peace in Dreta Phantas,
Find rest in Dreta Phantas.
in Elder Elvish
Caesi Ai mal, sor calyrdaer kyl
Sor vali shaesi Ai oli jholaer
Sher air air shasi, eil Ai eis paer
Thys Ai por ail Dreta Phantas.
More translation soon!
-10/6/2006
Written for my Ptolus campaign
In Imperial Common:
Here I stand, this hallowed ground
The place where once I lived
But it is bare, and I am dead,
For I died in Dreta Phantas.
I watched from high as dark elves climbed
And burned my home to ashes.
I fought them well, but at last died
My sword falling to the earth.
My lady love, high in the spires,
Attending to the Dream King,
I thought of her with my last breath
As the dark elves were singing:
"We've come so far, through dreck and blood
To burn the dreaming city.
Darkness thrives as your city dies
Your city, your Dreta Phantas.
"Gorgoth-lol, our sweet dark one,
Will praise us with treasures hereafter.
Our will resounds beneath the ground,
our blades dripping with blood."
I hear their calls, but cannot move at all,
No hope to rise for fighting.
And so I wept, and prayed for death,
And found my wish was granted.
A ghost am I, on a barren plain,
No hope for freedom or rest.
My lady love, whose name I've forgot,
Lies dead in Dreta Phantas.
And now I wait, through endless days,
Through cold and star-filled winters.
The age is old, and my bones are cold,
And I wait near Dreta Phantas.
For old men say that again some day
Our children will come here searching
That day they'll find what we left behind
And I'll find peace in Dreta Phantas,
Find rest in Dreta Phantas.
in Elder Elvish
Caesi Ai mal, sor calyrdaer kyl
Sor vali shaesi Ai oli jholaer
Sher air air shasi, eil Ai eis paer
Thys Ai por ail Dreta Phantas.
More translation soon!
-10/6/2006