Votisa's Lament, written by A.C. Pritchard, taken from MORTAL DESCENT, Book One of the Arkae Chronicles
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Votisa the Red Whose heart did ignite
though it was scarred was the source of her might
Her husband was Kapinal Crimson King of yore
Who stormed the city Linger nevermore, nevermore
he left for battle and found his final strife
then left Queen Votisa to carry on his life
Procurator Tantos so cruel so bold
Cut off the tails of Queen and kin both
Her legacy gone scourged by his might
Her crown adorned in grief and pain and blight
The nine crones of Kessa wise and old
Anointed Votisa with power old and cold
Sacred and ancient was the Drake's cursed band
it swayed root and tree to her every command
the Drathuken once divided heard her plight then united
Together now strong the Drathuken Set scales aside to sing a new song
The Hundred-Colored Army born from mother's cries
A banner of unity beneath red moon skies
every caste and shade had come together
To build a new realm their people's tether
Her husband’s vision she strove to make her own
the Red Queen had risen and the world was her throne
(her throne)
Hyberna’s walls of white so high and proud
Felt the wrath of Votisa deep underground
marbled city of pearls where Nyarwood once crowned
Fell to the might of the Red Queen's sound
With roots like serpents fierce and wild
She called them from the land they defiled
The White City drowned under the rainbow tide
legs, gates and throats thrown opened wide
legs, gates and throats thrown opened wide
The city’s heart a grand marble shrine
a jewel the Red Queen intended to find
The Temple of the Divines of marble so grand
Was devoured by roots at Votisa’s command
the Green Fist rose up grasping at stone and fate
Nobles who hid inside were crushed by the weight
The Evertree grows where the temple once lay
A living monument to that fateful day
Its bent limbs hold bones of those left behind
A dark reminder of the Dragon Queen's pride
Survivors fled but soon found their doom
Kalo-Kessa grove a blood-soaked tomb
Those fleeing in their morbid last night
Were gathered up and used in a rite
At her sacred grove their blood soaked the earth
another tree grew into a dome of rebirth
Yet the Red Queen's thirst could not be sated still
For she sought Linger's blood beyond the hill
in her quest for vengeance new enemies came
the most elite among new Procurator’s fame
Metal men clad in armor cold
Each of them blooded and battle-honed
She gave the order for war horns to blow
Outnumbering a hundred times her foes
She still fell with odds a hundred-fold
and her children were among the first ones to go
Men name this Votisa’s Lament
Yet to her kin shes a sacrament
Voice of Lin immortal by myth
Her death entrenched her name a gift
Forever in the annals her spirit reigns
In forests green and root-bound chains
The Drathuken’s voice her legacy proud
Seasons change but her song stays bound
Votisa's Lament (Official Musical Mini-Book)