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The Chorus of Life
« on: April 12, 2022, 04:14:24 PM »
The Chorus of Life is written by Phoebe Wolfe, the youngest Queen of Songs in the history of the Cult of Namis, the book contains the words, music and history of Achkaerinese songs from the national anthem and provincial anthems to the favourites of the Edelweiss festival and folk songs. Song has long been a popular medium in Achkaerin, typically seen on Footlights Avenue where the home of Musical Theatre is or in the concert halls across the nation but before we had songs telling of how fictional characters wrestled with many things, we had songs that tell of what happened in ages gone by.

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Re: The Chorus of Life
« Reply #1 on: April 12, 2022, 05:17:49 PM »
I Vow to Thee My Country

I vow to thee, my country,
all earthly things above,
entire and whole and perfect,
the service of my love;

the love that asks no question,
the love that stands the test,
that lays upon the altar
the dearest and the best;

The love that never falters,
the love that pays the price,
the love that makes undaunted
the final sacrifice.

And there's another country,
I've heard of long ago,
most dear to them that love her,
most great to them that know;

We may not count her armies,
we may not see her King,
her fortress is a faithful heart,
her pride is suffering;

And soul by soul and silently
her shining bounds increase,
and her ways are ways of gentleness,
and all her paths are peace.

Where better to start than with the National Anthem I Vow to Thee My Country? The words are inspired by the words of Empress Djana Azurewind on the 1st of November 1708 during her first Covenant Address, shortly after she had signed the Constitution of Achkaerin. The anthem composed by Richard Wells draws on the themes of promise, hope, and love that the Empress expressed during that address including using her own words from the address in the first half of the anthem. There has been suggestion that because of the events that ended the civil war two months earlier that the focus on love comes from its roots in those events.
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Re: The Chorus of Life
« Reply #2 on: April 14, 2022, 04:47:20 PM »
Rose of Freedom

Grown in one land alone,
where proud winds have blown;
There's not a flow'r born of the show'r
braver than Rosemoor's own.
Though gales of winter blow,
piercing hail and snow,
shining she stays,
bright as in days of yore,
Old Rosemoor's pride still blossoms
fresh on freedom's shores!

Rose of Rosemoor,
thou shalt fade not here!
Proud and bright from rolling
year to year!
Red shall thy petals be
as rich wine untold,
shed by thy warriors
who served thee of old!

Rose of Rosemoor,
breathing freedom's air,
flow'r of chivalry
beyond compare!
While hand and heart endure
to cherish thy prime,
Thou shalt blossom
to the end of time!

Rose of Freedom is a slightly more modern song than most in this book, emerging during the Battle of the Northern Ocean during the Great War era the song became a symbol of hope and defiance through the 1930's through to the mid 1940's. Following the end of the war it was adopted as Rosemoor's provincial anthem.

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Re: The Chorus of Life
« Reply #3 on: April 14, 2022, 07:42:26 PM »
Flower of Aelmoor

O flower of Aelmoor
when will we see your like again
that fought and died for
your wee bit hill and glen,
and stood against him
proud Edward's army
and sent him homeward
tae think again.

The hills are bare now
and autumn leaves lie thick and still
o'er land that is lost now
which those so dearly held,
that stood against him
proud Edward's army
and sent him homeward
tae think again.

Those days are past now
and in the past they must remain
but we can still rise now
and be the nation again that stood against him
proud Edward's army
and sent him homeward
tae think again.

This song, the provincial anthem of Aelmoor province, is generally believed to focus around the story of Erin Ayanami and the knights of St James that she led during the 1130's during the crusade era. The Edward mentioned in the song is Edward Saint-Grael, the King of Jerusalem at the time and who is believed to have had a hand in the blood libel of 1135. Recent archaeological discoveries concerning Jocelyn of Rhodes have seen scholars speculate that the scope of the focal point may also refer to Jocelyn of Rhodes aka Anezaki Ayanami and the Knights Hospitalier.

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Re: The Chorus of Life
« Reply #4 on: April 29, 2022, 07:20:17 PM »
Rockmount the Brave

Let Ardia boast of her gay gilded waters
her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies
her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters
where freedom expires amid softness and sighs

Rockmount's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled
towering in grandeur are dearer tae me
land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud
land of the brave and proud
land of the free

Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains
the spirit of Namis reigns fearless and free
her green cloak waving o'er blue rock and fountain
and proudly she sings looking over the sea

Here among my mountains wild I have serenely smiled
when armies and empires against me were hurled
Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock
of Abydos, of Ardia, of Rus and the world

But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing
deep groves of steel trodden down in their path
the eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing
triumphantly riding through ruin and death.

Bold hearts and nodding plumes
wave o'er their bloody tombs
deepeyed in gore is the green fabrics wave
shivering are the ranks of steel
dire is the horseman's wheel
victorious in battlefield Rockmount the brave

Bold hearts and nodding plumes
wave o'er their bloody tombs
deepeyed in gore is the green fabrics wave
shivering are the ranks of steel
dire is the horseman's wheel
victorious in battlefield Rockmount the brave

Victorious in battlefield Rockmount the brave



Unlike most songs found in this book, no one is entirely sure about the origins of it, there are two theories as to this. The first and most popular theory is that it was dreamed up by front line soldiers during the Great War, the second is that it's derived from an old Maiden Sister song, this is possible but no such song is recorded though it could be one of the "lost melodies" - a collection of teachings and songs associated with the Maiden Sister Order that are believed lost. The song draws attention to Namist theology of the fight between the three Goddess's and the forces of darkness, all believed to have happened in the Rockmount Mountains. It was adopted as the provincial anthem of Rockmount in 1952.

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Re: The Chorus of Life
« Reply #5 on: May 01, 2022, 04:39:55 PM »
The Riders Song

We're riding, riding, dashing over the sand
the sun is setting behind Djana-Ville
roaming here are many unclean spirits
because of the shadow fallen on the glacier
Gods, lead my horse, the last part will be long
Gods, lead my horse, the last part will be long

Shush, shush, shush, shush! A fox ran on the rocky hill
dry she wants to wet her mouth with blood
or maybe someone was shouting
in a strange, bold, male voice
outlaws in south lands, are maybe gathering sheep for wages
outlaws in south lands, are maybe gathering sheep for wages

We're riding, riding, dashing over the sand
it's getting dark at Valkyria
the lake queen is harnessing magic
it's not good to be in her path
I would give my best horse to reach down to Leonaise
I would give my best horse to reach down to Leonaise

I would give my best horse to reach down to Leonaise!

Perhaps the most unsurprising of the provincial anthems, it pays tribute to the history of the people of Greencliffe and their expertise in horsemanship, a theme that prevails to the modern day, the province having boasted many renowned riders in the arena of sport. The song traces its roots to a folk song of the sixth century but the current wording is from the nineteenth century.