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This is the section devoted to popular arts and traditions<\/strong>: customs or legends inherited from the collective memory, transmitted through the ages by the word of the elders.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Dawn.<\/p>\n Winter’s icy ray fell on her eyelid,<\/p>\n And her bed was cold at her side.<\/p>\n They shut her in stone, and her heart with her.<\/p>\n The silver band broke and the earth swallowed him up,<\/p>\n The place of honour was forgotten and the people cursed him.<\/p>\n And his eyes and his soul disappeared<\/p>\n In the devouring flame escaped from the terrors of the<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n <\/p>\n Night.<\/p>\n Thus was born the Master of Shadows.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n AUTHOR UNKNOWN<\/p>\n Hundred and fourteenth year <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Asteg\u2018em yergi ernir Gehet\u2019si khoti hilzu Lerru tuni lerny Asa tyer ehnery <\/p>\n Asteg\u2018em yerko\u2019ghovin, Ancient hymn,<\/p>\n About the third century of the Era of the Kings<\/p>\n I have transcribed it as it was recited to me by the patriarch of a modest village. He did not know the translation. But he revealed to me that every time he hummed it, he felt connected to the god Protector.<\/p>\n What grabbed me was the flame behind the milky veil of his blind eyes.<\/p>\n Yes, this man was vibrating with something else…<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n <\/p>\n On the evolution of language<\/p>\n THEVIAD LEGOUPIL<\/p>\n Monk historian of Delor’Uhn<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Here’s a lively tune <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Northern mountains,<\/em><\/p>\n All the way to the South Sea,<\/em><\/p>\n My eyes have never seen more beautiful hair.<\/em><\/p>\n Sweeter than yours, there is none.<\/em><\/p>\n Who can resist your perfect charms?<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Beer, beer, blonde or red,<\/em><\/p>\n What is the secret of your beautiful foam?<\/em><\/p>\n Beer, beer, blonde or red,<\/em><\/p>\n Show me where your beautiful hops grow.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Beer, beer, it’s time,<\/em><\/p>\n For sharing your fresh flavours with us!<\/em><\/p>\n Beer, beer, it’s time,<\/em><\/p>\n Just one sip or I die.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n From the valleys of Edahlion,<\/em><\/p>\n To the great swamps of the East,<\/em><\/p>\n There is no other queen but you, and you alone.<\/em><\/p>\n No one else will ever be able to dethrone you,<\/em><\/p>\n You will remain my dearest and sweetest forever!<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n <\/p>\n Drinking song,<\/p>\n UNKNOWN AUTHOR<\/p>\n This is the section devoted to popular arts and traditions: customs or legends inherited from the collective memory, transmitted through the ages by the word of the elders. Elegy Dawn. Winter’s icy ray fell on her eyelid, And her bed was cold at her side. They shut her in stone, and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"parent":10,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/edahlion.trustwonder.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/147"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/edahlion.trustwonder.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/edahlion.trustwonder.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edahlion.trustwonder.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edahlion.trustwonder.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=147"}],"version-history":[{"count":47,"href":"https:\/\/edahlion.trustwonder.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/147\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3733,"href":"https:\/\/edahlion.trustwonder.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/147\/revisions\/3733"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edahlion.trustwonder.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/10"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/edahlion.trustwonder.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=147"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Elegy<\/h1>\n
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\nof the Era of the Lords<\/p>\nanthem<\/strong><\/h1>\n
\nheros berbagun hamana
\nberit nasuh\u2018em vordu
\nohapah, ovum\u00e9<\/p>\n\n
\nsarrer yetmarga tinnen
\nBatsa yazor utyam
\niskezen, pasterni<\/p>\n
\nYeva dahin aren
\nSchuni parnu kyeh’vo
\nhaveren, hut’yan<\/p>\n
\nTover rigu terni
\nBatsa chakum tseget
\nkunitez, marutan<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
\nHinzha manaka selena
\nMen\u2019tog numy\u2019em dez\u00e9
\nd\u00e9z\u2019mena, d\u00e9z\u2019myan<\/p>\n\n
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Blonde or redhead<\/h1>\n
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\nthat you’re likely to hear in a busy tavern…<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n