Songs of the Stone

Hearken, my brothers, and drink in my words
Puff out your chests as you straighten your backs
Sharpen your wits and your weapons as well
For your mind must be sharp when we shoulder the axe
Stretch out your neck and your arms and your legs
Tighten the ropes on the ram's many packs
Breaking the rocks will have taught us the way
When we will drop our hammers and shoulder the axe
Help up your brother, his strength we will need
Time will come later for us to relax
Keep all your thoughts on the struggle ahead
We will need all our focus to shoulder the axe
(...a few pages later...)
Remember the suffering that we have endured
Never forget the foul Overseers' whacks
Hold your head high and polish your blade
For the day will soon come when we shoulder the axe
The day will soon come when we shoulder the axe
(...you flip to the middle of the book...)
The mighty orb in the sky, her majesty that lights the world
Her golden touch an angel's sigh, across the heavens lay unfurled
To once more glimpse her blinding rays, the shadows flee at their command
The air by sunlight set ablaze, she shows us to the promised land
I miss the golden lady's gift, I miss her warmth upon my face
Without her glow I feel adrift, yet trapped within this darkened place
Though in the blackness we remain, our fat by treachery defined
We all will feel her touch again, we all will, like her, truly shine
(...the volume continues for another ten pages...)
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