Fires Of Her Vengeance
Words and music © 1982 Anne Prather
Albums and videos of this song:
- Storyteller released 1983 by Off-Centaur Publications, Limited CD released 2010 Star Rose Arts
The first moon rose high in the night,
Marelie lay in desperate pain.
Avarra grant me the courage to fight
This land will never be the same, no,
This land will never be the same.
Chorus:
The fires of her vengeance tore through the night
Fed by passion and shame.
Avarra granted the courage to fight,
This land will never be the same, no,
This land will never be the same.The first moon rose high in the night,
Marelie lay in desperate pain.
Her body broken, her mind at flight.
She knew she’d never work again, no,
She’d never be Keeper again.
The second moon rose high in the night,
Marelie gave a desperate cry:
“Avarra, grant me the courage to fight,
For vengeance I must die, oh,
For vengeance I must die!
Chorus:
And the fires of her vengeance tore through the night,
Fed by passion and shame.
Avarra granted the courage to fight,
This bandit’s land will never be the same, no,
His land will never be the same.
The third moon rose high in the night,
She came to the looming Tower.
They saw her there in the dim moonlight,
Framed by an awesome power, oh,
Framed by an awesome power.
The fourth moon rose, the four moons met,
The Tower was in a desperate way.
Marelie cried, “Gather whoever’s left,
For we’ll have vengeance today, oh,
We’ll have vengeance today!
Chorus:
And the fires of her vengeance tore through the night,
Fed by passion and shame.
Her mind, free at last, took off to fight,
But her flesh was consumed in flame, oh,
Her flesh was consumed in flame.