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Waning of the Cohoris
A song famously sung by the Cohoris in 17,965 as they retreated from the Siege of Arkleaf out of the Back Door.
Waning of the Cohoris
In this land we baskets weaved
e'er Warlike Men were known to tread.
Battlestaffs firm in our hands
we walk away, we run... away...
From down among the Barrenlands
They swelled like a plague of Horag-young
E'er flowing from those Savage Lands
Our Song is sung... our song.. is.. sung
Besieg'd fair Arkleaf weather'd strong
Before the Higgerath'ing Tower tall
O Great Cohor have we done wrong?
We've done nothing... nothing at.. all
Yet still their bodies pile up high
Outside the gates of our city fair
We fear our end is drawing nigh
Dispair... give in... to... dispair
Now the Council divided is in Four
In hope and heart to be again anewed
Out we sneak'd through bless'd door
Those left behind... are.. really... screwed
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