Storm of Warriors
In a Storm of warriors they came
Amidst the thunder and the rain
Crash of thunder, Clash of steel
They crushed the city beneath their heel.
In the clearing of the Storm
In the wake of death and alarm
Stood those left in the path
Weeping, crying & fearing their wrath
They stood so tall, Warriors of the Storm
Shiny helms and gauntlets of steel
Sword thrust in the ground
It was here they laid their lives down.
From this point forward it was all anew.
They too now were among the Storm
No longer foes, they were not harmed
Eras past and days long gone
And still their reign carries on
Warriors of the Storm
Written
by: G. Ravennight of Ko-ro-Ba
Joining
The pact of Union,
The bliss of Claim,
So many things,
Yet nothing the same.
Fathers agreements,
Mothers teary be
well's,
My own heart enraged,
To see what the future
tells.
Me met before a Scribe,
Maybe the Magistrate,
Wine tasted of nothing,
Yet sealed with just
script.
Today I first met him,
Now I was his,
Slavery of Freedom,
Freedoms chains do
grip.
Some find the core,
Many just there,
How long will the
contract,
Keep us a pair?
Each child a gift,
I find this emotion,
Missing you when gone,
Is this the devotion?
I swore I wouldn't
fall,
Into the pitted trap of
emotion,
Who is the fool?
Is this a haruspex's
potion?
Written by:
Query Treasures.
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Call To Arms
Awakening at dawn, to horns alarming call
tarns from the west had been seen heading towards us
With the sign of battle they enslave our land
In vain they spill blood because blind they are to see
We will never be slain
Our heritage will always remain
Over these hills, along these lakes
In the spirit of these woods they'll hear our calls
They'll feel it in their hearts as it flows through
their veins
With Trevian pride brave men see true from false
And false men will not long rule these lands
The warrior in us will wake again!
We will never be slain
Our heritage will always remain
Over these hills, along these lakes
In the spirit of these woods they'll hear our calls
And we ride forth,
Until the last of us will fall!
No matter how outnumbered
We took our shields, saddled our tarns, drew our
blades
Towards enemy each one headed
Our foes realized we can not be persuaded to their
will
But neither are we here to die
We came for our honor and for our heathen pride
After first tarn flew ahead no steps were taken back
Berserk we fight
And we ride forth,
Until the last of us will fall!
Written by: Colum Hunter of Treve
[Music by NRQ / Lyrics
by Wircki / Adapted for Gor by CoIum Hunter]
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The
condition of slavery does not require the collar, or the
brand, or an anklet, bracelet or ring, or any such overt
sign of bondage. Such things, as symbolic as they are,
as profoundly meaningful as they are, and as useful as
they are for marking properties, identifying masters,
and such, are not necessary to slavery. They are,
in effect, though their affixing can legally effect
imbondment, ultimately, in themselves, tokens of
bondage, and are not to be confused with the reality
itself.
Renegades Of Gor, page 273
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