"The Story of Creation" by Kortnee Bryant

The Story of Creation

Back in the days when Quilid died,

The gods all marched to war

Fire and lightning filled the sky

And the land would soon be no more.

(Chorus) And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

The gods were all so selfish

They didn’t know what happened

While they raged for control

The world began to bend

(Chorus) And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

The world was going to be destroyed

And none of the gods chose to care

A handful of folk could see the end

And so began to move

They ran to the cities to warn the world

And more time to give

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

Nightingale to the humans ran

To tell her tale of woe

And Bergion to the orcs

To tell them they should go

Where to go and what to do

Nobody could know.

Some of the gods could see the end

And the futility of war

They were friends and so began

To save the world of their heart

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

And so they ran, these friends of ours

To warn the people of our world

That the world was about to end

And they should pack what they could

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

Ahead of us were sent

Four unsuspecting heroes

To carve the world where we would live

And give us all a home

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

And Lady Lark and Dropthor went to the warring gods

To ask for help in building this world that we call ours

And Lady Lark went to Shade

And asked for something soon

And Shade said, “To go away,

I’ll give you a fistful of moons.”

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

The moons were hung in the sky

And thirteen by number there were

To match the dueling suns

And keep the nights bright all year.

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

But Arcania was a jealous sort and her gift too she gave

“Magic will go to this world but a price must be paid.”

And while these gods were at their work

The land began to grow

And the places that we live

Our heroes began to know

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

And the rivers of fingers

Were brought to be

And the inimical islands

Brought in the sea

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

Nightingale thought to help

And brought her powers here

Her hands were opened and they brought

Water to the sea

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

And Bergion came and lit the fires of the hearth

To be set inside houses and in the heart of the earth

The gods they saw that is was good

And just in the nick of time

For Moongate was almost gone

And the people were walking a very thin line

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

The people were brought unto this land

And made their homes a new

The landscape was very different

And their number was so few

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

But here we are to make our home

And starting over ain’t so hard

Not with our heroes watching out

And keeping us in their hearts

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons

And round and round the new world goes

With skies so bright and full

With eight months to the year

And a sky so full of moons