Belthemic Tales

Original Text:

​Belthemic Nights

Do you see the wintered trees, above the snow, all void of leaves?

Do you spy their winter coats, as bright as shiny pearls

Can you hear their winter song, of howling winds, of frosted skin?

Can you hear their winter solo arias ago

On top the hill, a tavern still, delivering drinkers from chill

In the bar, a winter bard, who tells his tales of knights and guards

Softly singing lullabies of Belthemic Nights

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There he tells of legends bold, of boys and kings, of endless gold

Battles, wars, and fights of old, fought deep in the cold

The heroes, the men, their names unknown

Their caskets lay deep in the snow

There they stay, forgotten some, until the light of Springer Dawn

When the winter shadows stray from Belthemic Nights

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Through the tavern, sun will shine, and smell of oranges, peach and lime,

When come light of Springer Dawn, the people'l sing their song

And the bard will tell his tales, of golden skies and nightingales

far throughout Belthemic lands, an echo will sound:

Glory! Glory! Spring has come!

Harbinging a newness and love,

Do you see the winter trees, above the snow, with frosted leaves,

Here they make their final sleep in Belthemic Nights