Fin Sadonvum Krosis.

  • Fin Sadonvum Krosis.

    Below The Throat, we have no hold,

    peace is shattered, and none are bold.

    Brothers weep, then burn foes,

    nothing helps, and nothing grows.

    Thu'um takes lives, against our will,

    how long till war, takes it's fill?

    We remain, with our secrets,

    as men kill others, like killing crickets,

    Yol, Yol,  Kein ahrk Dinok.

    Dar los fin Sadonvum Krosis.

    Oh Paarthunax, teach them too,

    and stop this never ending rue.

Comments

6 Comments
  • Malign
    Malign   ·  May 4, 2016
    And now I check if the links work or not....
    Working link
  • Malign
    Malign   ·  May 4, 2016
    I have completed the TOC
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  • Paws
    Paws   ·  May 2, 2016
    Another poet A follower in the footsteps of the great warrior-poet, Vivec, perhaps? Or a wandering skald with no fixed allegiance? Great stuff regardless
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  May 2, 2016
    Ahh Lissette I was hoping you'd pop in here....
    Whats half of this mean? I speak werewolf not Dovo.. Doa.. Dova  whatever...

    Crabby: 
    Something I would want you to consider. If you decide to post a few more poems over the next few...  more
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  May 2, 2016
    I use that translator do, though I also use their legacy translator when I want the dovahzul to have a more conversational feel to it. 
  • Malign
    Malign   ·  May 2, 2016
    Thanks to Thuum.org for the Dragon Language.