Founders' Dance (song)

A song by Nathair Autumngale

Dance, Dance, Join our Founders' Dance. Dance, Dance, Join our Founders' Dance.

Terunael fell to the hubris call, a thousand years ago. They paid no heed nor caution warned, they simply would not know. And as they watched their Empire fall, Star to survivors turned. "Away we must to Sanctuary Falls, to teach what we have learned."

Navarr and Thorn with Star did fight, to keep Vallorn at bay. But every inch they gained by night, they'd lost again by day. Thorns tactics grew more cunning, with each Vallornspawn slayed. Navarr inspired folk to her, with the Dance, and each part played.

Dance, Dance, Join our Founders' Dance. Dance, Dance, Join our Founders' Dance.

The fight raged on and year by year, their hope began to fade. Until one night by candlelight, a path to victory made. They'd draw the greentides life away, through paths laid in the earth. And Thorn swore oaths to aid Navarr, ink marked our Nation's birth.

At first they travelled eastward, Brocéliande was passed. And where they went did steadings rise, to help their new dream last. Then Tharunind to Bendol, through lands where orcs long dwelled. Their comrade Talon slay them, some hundred foes he felled.

Dance, Dance, Join our Founders' Dance. Dance, Dance, Join our Founders' Dance.

Their ally Dusk was vital, in battle favour-skewed. With every potion distilled, and every poison brewed. Each played their part within the Dance, to see their plan bear fruit. Then further still to Cavan’s Tomb, our founders wove their route.

So year by year this plan was wrought, by duty were they spurred. When Star she fell a moment held, in Sanctuary Falls interred. And then their path turned Northward, Hacynian land of frost. But from that point we know no more, to time their way was lost.

Dance, Dance, Join our Founders’ Dance. Dance, Dance, Join our Founders’ Dance.

Though know not of the path they took, we know where they are found. For in the heart of Terunael, Navarr and Thorn are Bound. They made the greatest sacrifice, a thousand years ago. For while they stay there as a spike, The Vallorn's strength will flow.

So now we walk the Founders’ Dance, to walk the route they paved. Disaster, foe or Vallorn, all dangers have we braved. For every step upon those trods, our ancient foe is bled. And on this path we’ll ever walk, till each Vallorn is dead.

Dance, Dance, Join our Founders’ Dance. Dance, Dance, Join our Founders’ Dance.