The Songbook of Vra'thriel

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In the center of the inside cover, the author introduces herself in perfect Xanalress, with every letter the exact same size:

"This is the songbook of myself. I am Vra'thriel without a Quéllar, the Handmaiden of La'laskra. I am not a Ssin. I am not a yathrin. I am not a yathril. I am Vra'thriel. If lost, return to anyone in Quéllar Xun'viir and they shall return it to its rightful owner."

Each song is written in Drow musical notation, with the first line containing the symbol of the appropriate Drow scale (each scale containing 11 tones, one for each limb of the Drider including the head). The first page of the songbook is simply scales, with the appropriate fingerings for guitar, flute (at least two kinds), and a harp. Each song hereafter is written with a combination of guitar, flute, harp, and vocal notations, though not every song has a part for every instrument. With the age of the book, the message on the inside cover has bled over the middle of the first page.

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One Dark Cycle, I awoke

oh bella dos, bella dos, bella dos, dos, dos

On this cycle, I awoke to the invaders



oh ul'saruk ... I must fight with you

oh bella dos, bella dos, bella dos, dos, dos

I must fight with you, for we are all dying here!



And if I fall, to the invadors

Bella dos, bella dos, bella dos, dos, dos

If I fall to the invaders, bury me in the flood plains.



Dig us a pit, in the flood plains

oh bella dos, bella dos, bella dos, dos, dos

Fill the pit with the bodies of the invaders.



People of Andunor, when you see them

Bella dos, bella dos, bella dos, dos, dos

so when you see the invasion, scream REVOLUTION!

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Arise, vast Ilythiiri,
Arise for a fight to the death
Against the bright elven forces,
Against the cursed hordes.

(repeat twicefold)
Let our noble wrath
Boil over like a wave!
This is the Crown War,
our sacred war!

We shall repulse the oppressors
Of our ardent ideas.
The elves and their conspirators,
The torturers of people.

(repeat twicefold)
Let our noble wrath
Boil over like a wave!
This is the Crown War,
our sacred war!

The white wings shall not dare
Fly over the Underdark,
In her spacious caves
The enemy shall not dare tread!

(repeat twicefold)
Our noble wrath
Boils over like a wave!
This is the Crown War,
our sacred war!

We shall drive a sword into the forehead
Of the rotten elven filth.
For the scum of humanity
We shall build a solid coffin!


Our eternal wrath
Boils over like a wave!
We will win the Crown War,
our holy, sacred war!

Let our noble wrath
Boil over like a wave!
This is the Crown War,
our sacred war!