Jubal's poems

[Jubal]

The Song of Fen'harel

Chords:

May the dread wolf take you when the snows begin to fall
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When the aravel's no shelter from the winter's howling call
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When all is bare, and in his lair he howls unto the sky,
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A howl from times that never die.
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Instrumental
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May the dread wolf take you when the snows begin to fall
When the aravel's no shelter from the winter's howling call
When all is bare, and in his lair he howls unto the sky,
A howl from times that never die.

May the dread wolf take you when the halla's hooves run cold
As through the dales we've hunted been, through stories ever told.
So men who made us alien in cities built of stone,
Will hear our wolven howl of home.

May the dread wolf take you when your world is filled with fear
When all that's left is rage and truth then Fen'Harel draws near,
A wolf to tear the clouds apart and shape again this world,
The dread wolf's song a prayer unfurled

May the dread wolf take you where he builds his newborn day,
Where fear and sin and vallaslin through magic fade away,
Through broken clans and eluvians is passed the trickster's cry -
A howl from times that never die.
The dread wolf's howl shall never die.

[Jubal]

A Mammoth's Malady

Why did the mammoth sneeze so loud,
In ages long gone by?
Its sniffles snuffled trumpet-like,
Into an ice-age sky?

Why did it swing its drippy trunk,
Before man's fires were lit?
Before bless you had first been blessed,
Or history first writ?

Such beasts were mightier than we,
Majestic and contented,
Except that clearing trunks is hard,
And tissues weren't invented.

When woollen coats were still in vogue,
No bells for mammoths tolled,
But yet they sneezed so very loud -
For none escape the cold.