Raos came to Lanenomen,
On the morning after battle
When that princeling lay all-bloodied
By the savage thrust of Neras.
By the savage thrust of Neras
Youngest son of Hagnor's household
Lay upon the gory spear-field.
Dying men were sadly groaning.
Dying men were sadly groaning,
When the light of shining Polestar
Filled the air with tinkling music,
Song of Star-folk sad and solemn.
Song of Star-folk, sad and solemn,
Filled his ears with ancient music.
Ancient music healed his body.
Then spoke Raos, shining Polestar.
Then spoke Raos, shining Polestar:
"Lanenomen, son of Hagnor,
Last alive of Feihoth's bloodline,
Distant yet your day of dying.
"Distant yet your day of dying,
Far away the final battle*
Which shall claim your precious life-blood
On a distant, unknown seashore.
"On a distant, unknown seashore,
There awaits your promised homeland
Sheltered from the wrath of Heaven
Which shall swiftly fall on Feihoth.
"Wrath of heaven, swiftly falling,
Will the isle of Feihoth scour,
Treian people drawn forever
'Neath the waves of angry Ocean.
"'Neath the waves of angry Ocean
Perish pride of Treian people--
Save the remnant, loved of heaven.
Lanenomen young must lead them.
"Lanenomen young will lead them
Far beyond Enchanter's Forest,
Far beyond the giants mighty,
Far beyond the blackest chasm.
"Far beyond the blackest chasm
Lies the inland ocean promised.
There upon its golden seashore
You will found a Treian nation.
"You will found a Treian nation,
There upon the inland ocean."
Lanenomen, quickly rising,
Went to seek the faithful remnant.
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