door to me, Hide all the world from me, Keep me in darkness, shut out the light. Do what you want with me, Hate me and laugh at me, Darken my daytime, torture

to thrust. "You fool, you've killed us both." she tried to keep her voice light, playful, but she could feel the venom in her blood, and knew that a few

warp and weft that shone with dazzling brilliance where a few shafts of light punched down from high windows. “Aleksandros' greatest work,” the senior

will sing for the night I will sing for the summer gone I will sing for the light I look in his ancient eyes And I see my desires There, 'neath my shadowed

Fields of Glory, a splendid rainbow of armoured warriors that glow with inner light, called forth by Imperial magicians. Bloodcloaks, my Rhyv rimmed grimnir

sky the ravens fly Above the frozen fen We'll stand up on the hillside And light the wicker men And like beacons bright they'll burn tonight To guide you

stranger No fear of loss, titanic force Or wickedness of venom can Put out the light inside [Chorus] We are Summer's children And we will not go quietly We're

flared As long as these mem'ries remain like a spark Then you remain also, to light up the dark. Bridge, kinda: We whisper your names to the flames We whisper

yourself a woolen cloth with weave both fine and neat And wash it by the light of dawn in scented water sweet Make of it a good night-gown and dye it deepest

we had, and mead we kept on drinking ‘Til outside, did glow the morning light Drink, drink, drink, til Varushka’s day is dawning Time to leave, we’ve made

Thorn. In the day or in the night we take our victory. In the dark or in the light we're running through the trees. Sure and swift, our arrows fly. Upon our

Let us sing, let us weep, let us give you peace to sleep. Let our flame light your way, we will guide you through the maze Whether well known or nameless

the middle line. Fading away like the stars in the morning Losing their light in the glorious sun Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling Only

to ashes burn Turn the circle, turn the sun Long days full of warmth and light All must end with gentle night Here's the wound no art can heal Turn the

Down in the tunnels and caves black as night, Working all day by dim candle light. Voices start to call out, though no one's around, Through blood death and

magic and filled with hope they stand guarding their  leader, the crown of light that controls them still upon her brow.’  Bryony and the Crystal Crown, transcript

partner drifted to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder, their touch light as the sun and heavy as a heartache. "She'll be back," Nar whispered and

armoured figure stepped from the forest, and a little more of the late evening light drained away as it came. Then another. And another. Through the branches

The orcs of Otkodov are also familiar with the gold-and-green ribbons of light, and they too view them with dread. But obviously, there are more pressing

coming Just before the equinox a veiled herald of the Seer Clad in Veils of Light emerged from the Imperial Regio and headed for the civil service offices