She sings, her voice strong and proud. The song she plays if soft, but it carries through the cavern, echoing along the walls. Though night is approaching, the cave seems to brighten. Mayhaps it is the mood?Â
Ala Mihgo fell. ♪
So the scholars tell. ♪
But what they say not. ♪
Is that their pride shant rot. ♪
Still strong and stout. ♪
Their Lances still they tout. ♪
No loss shall lay them low. ♪
Stand they shall and strike a blow. ♪
For them death holds no sting. ♪
Nay, only of victory shall they sing. ♪
Her fingers pluck the strings of her lyre-harp. The miqo'te's eyes are closed, her training guiding her fingers.Â
Soon the banners shall be held high. ♪
The time for battle shall soon be nigh. ♪
Lances will strike the Garleans down. ♪
In blood will Ala Mihgo's enemies drown. ♪
Many harsh days are to come. ♪
But with Hope do the hearts of Ala Mihgo drum. ♪
The fire within their souls will never falter. ♪
The Garleans will burn upon Rhalgar's altar. ♪
They will be driven from the land. ♪
Take heart, victory is soon at hand. ♪
There is no flourish at the end of this triumphant, and mayhaps even violent song. Nahli watches the reactions of those that gathered. One or two may nod, the rest seem resolute, cheered somewhat by the song.
Ala Mihgo fell. ♪
So the scholars tell. ♪
But what they say not. ♪
Is that their pride shant rot. ♪
Still strong and stout. ♪
Their Lances still they tout. ♪
No loss shall lay them low. ♪
Stand they shall and strike a blow. ♪
For them death holds no sting. ♪
Nay, only of victory shall they sing. ♪
Her fingers pluck the strings of her lyre-harp. The miqo'te's eyes are closed, her training guiding her fingers.Â
Soon the banners shall be held high. ♪
The time for battle shall soon be nigh. ♪
Lances will strike the Garleans down. ♪
In blood will Ala Mihgo's enemies drown. ♪
Many harsh days are to come. ♪
But with Hope do the hearts of Ala Mihgo drum. ♪
The fire within their souls will never falter. ♪
The Garleans will burn upon Rhalgar's altar. ♪
They will be driven from the land. ♪
Take heart, victory is soon at hand. ♪
There is no flourish at the end of this triumphant, and mayhaps even violent song. Nahli watches the reactions of those that gathered. One or two may nod, the rest seem resolute, cheered somewhat by the song.
