Be'Lakor - By Moon And Star Lyrics
Fifteen times the leaves had shorn,Trod by boy and beastKith and kin to fare him wellThe youngling parted eastThe rite was whet and worn with time,As sons dared risk unseenMere passage had convinced the herdAnd none defied routineEyes, fixed afar - a trial to comeNow, his suffering - only begunHe journeyed deep into the woods,And took no drink or foodDesperate to become a man,'Fore stupor choked his moodCarrion gloated at each step,In dreams the evil milledDoubting every sickened thoughtDepraved against his willEyes, turn inwards - observe with hateNow, this suffering - will not abateGrowing weakness in his gaitHe slumped beneath the sunEach bleeding foot began to weepSkin and bone was oneRousing with a fitful gaspHe crawled on tattered kneesAnd bound for home by moon and starHis trial was completeStaggers carried him to townHis joy was soon to she'dKith and kin would greet him notFor each one was deadThe sixteenth leaves began to fallIndifferent, they withstoodNow, a man with nothing leftHe turned back for the woods
