The Children of Rarn Suite

We are the children of Rarn,
we 've trodden the vales of the sun
the child will cry on swans they fly
we are the children of Rarn

And we are the seekers of space
we 've seen our masters face
it 's young and gold and silvery old
we are the children of Rarn
Om.

Youth seer lend me your ear
the dworn dawn approaches and the darkness is near
The children in song brought Rarn to my head
the beach is a shaking and the old time is dead
The skills of the sky are broken in song
and go to the temple and blow on your horn.

Tree wizard
The priest is summoning

Swan king
The priest is summoning

Pure tongue
The priest is summoning

Ancient one
The priest is summoning

The baptillicas caste, the whip lord of Dworn
laugh in the wind at the sound of the horn
But fools are young and their magic is weak
if they live in the taverns and sleep in the street.

The elders abide 'neath the forest of fire
on the one side the furnace, on the other the mire
of Lithonic waste and the stagnant streams
that darken your passions and changeth your dreams.

The trolls from the hill looked down from the mound
it was the morning of war and there wasn't a sound.

Beltane Humane you 'll come again,
Beltane Humane you 'll come again,
Beltane Humane you 'll come again,
Beltane Humane you 'll come again,
to this earth.

Oh my darling,
Beltane Humane you 'll come again,
Beltane Humane you 'll come again,
Beltane Humane you 'll come again,
Beltane Humane you 'll come again,
to this earth.

We are Dworns devil born,
swords of steel will deliver us
on our steeds of solid wind
machine god kings, we are Dworns.

We are Lithons old as earth
we know no death and we knew no birth
We are Lithons dragon breed
at noon today on flesh we 'll feed.

We are trolls from marrow mound
we live on bones when bones are found
underground our lairs are wide
if you want bones, come inside.

We are Dworns devil born,
swords of steel will deliver us
on our steeds of solid wind
machine god kings, we are Dworns.

Rarn, Rarn,
we mean you no harm,
from the book of time
I chant these lines,
Rarn, Rarn

Figures of change, fogs are formed,
Come on ye darkness, darken the dawn
Winds of the future, storms of the past
meet in the meadows embrace at last -
oh and cause change.

We are Lithons we cause death
we eat dworns and we hate their breath
on their wheels that turn around
we eat dworns we bring them down

We are Trolls we dig bones
we eat dworns we like their toes
their fingers if they 're firm and round
there 's death today on the marrow mound.

We are Lithons we cause death
we eat dworns and we hate their breath
on their wheels that turn around
we eat dworns we bring them down

Rarn, Rarn,
you know we mean you no harm,
from the book of time
we chant these lines,
Rarn, Rarn

The cloud of fate of the Lithon sparks
that ended their future and gobbled their pasts
as the Trolls o' the mound with their teeth blood red
feed on the remnants and dream of their beds
They are banished away on a chariot of fate
and the creatures of legend
disappeared through the gate
while the Children of Rarn with their world all free
prayed in the east for what had to be.

Then the priest of God changes the name -
from Beltane to Earth, in a shower of rain -
and the tribe knew to pray, then they kneeled again
they are no longer peacelings,
they have a new name then

The last of the creatures, the animals of Rarn
disappeared through the gate in the afternoon calm
Then a lone Unicorn waited to feast
on the last day of Beltane with the ancient high priest.

Then old Agadinmar sang again from the book
and the egg of a Lithon he also took
and placed it high in the heat of the sun
and as the beast and the creature departed
the dinosaurs began. Ah ha --

We are the children of Rarn,
we 've trodden the vales of the sun
the child will cry on swans they fly
we are the children of Rarn

And we are the seekers of space
we 've seen our masters face
it 's young and gold and silvery old
we are the children of Rarn
Om.