SONGS OF THE SOR'INYT
BY ANAEA THE MARKED


The Sor’inyt tribe is a human nomadic and matriarchal tribe located at the deserts of the southern continent of Aeruillin. During their travels many songs have developed, including: "Song of the Day", "Song of the Sands", “Song of Waning” and “Song of Death.” Written in both the original Sor’inyt format (still to be added) and the Tharian translation.

 

Song of the Day

O bright lord
Who gazes from high
He who sits
On white throne of cloud

Hear our song
O lord of light
Hear our song
O lord of light
And fill the sky
With melody sweet


O bright lord
Radiant so fair
He who sees
Lands of gold sand

Hear our song
O lord of light
Hear our song
O lord of light
And fill the sky
With melody sweet


O bright lord
Grant us this one wish
He who cares
For Sorinyt maidens

Hear our song
O lord of light
Hear our song
O lord of light
And fill the sky
With melody sweet


O bright lord
Watch over our travels
He who loves
Sisters of the sands

Hear our song
O lord of light
Hear our song
O lord of light
And fill the sky
With melody sweet




Song of the Sands

Gold horizon
Never met
Yellow sands
Never left

We are sisters
Traveling the sands
We are sisters
Under the clear sky


Blue lit sky
Always high
White clouds
Rarely seen

We are sisters
Traveling the sands
We are sisters
Under the clear sky

Distant rock
Never close
Roaring wave
Never seen

We are sisters
Traveling the sands
We are sisters
Under the clear sky




Song of Waning

Lo there do we see
The dying light
Of the sun
Lo there do we see
The split of sky
From the earth
Lo there do we see
Red light of lord
Beholden
Lo there do we see
Death of day
Birth of moon


"Song of Waning", lyrics by Anaea, written and sung by Wren, produced at the Bluewater Studios UK
Format: MP3, Length: 1:26. Original Santharian Work.

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Song of the Death

Oh dear sister
Sightless eyes
Follow the soul
Through the path

O wee a ya
O wee o


Of the white stars
Above sands
So far above
Meet the sky

O wee a ya
O wee o


Sleep the black dream
Be at rest
Wait for sisters
We will come

O wee a ya
O wee o

 

Poems written by Anaea the Marked View Profile