A New Day

By Frater Mastema

In the age before man lived a race called Wilmers, whom we call Elves. Majestic and mysterious were they and content. Then came dark times. The Earth shook. The sky turn black. All was cast in darkness. Seven cycles it lasted. Appeared a new threat. Man.

The darkness had lifted, the nightmares went away,
Hearts filled with joy, the dawn of a new day,
With the sun the fires were put out,
The lands started to grow, spring smelled sweet.

Ho lo servants of the land, plant the crops,
Picking fruit, berries on the vine, it is time, the festival of Light
The festival of Life.
There came to be, scorching on the ground,
Marks no beast they knew, with large feet of five toes,
Where ever they led, where they went,
The Earth was scorched, and blood covered the trail.

Ho lo servants of the land, take heed, be warned, evil walks this way,
You must not stay, death is at hand, time to plan.
Day came with blood across the sky,
Shaman began to scry, then screamed to the sky,
Wilmers we must go, down with the river flows,
To the ocean wide, build boats and sail away.

Ho lo servants of the land, take heed, scourge it comes this way,
Do not delay, race for the ocean, and sail away.
Rafts were made by noon, and all began to board,
But a horn was sounded, a thousand spears thrown,
A charge started forward, and pounced upon the prey,
Blood soaked the ground, only few float down the rivers flow.
Ho lo servants of the land, run and hide, do not turn round,
Do not look round, run for you lives, to the cool salt water,
Down the river, with a shiver of there minds,
Hey there lays, a stretch of sand,
Build a boat, sail away, into a new day,
To an Island of gold, where Shaman declared,
Behold Sitanlta!

Ho lo servants of the land, behold the promised place, here to end the chase,
Do not forget, it will be, in days to come, time to start a new day!