V. Verses for the Four Odes on Kojanral, for use in ferial seasons

Eight verses.

Long beneath the Seven Hilltops

Of the towns that Lanenomen

Built, when from the wrath of Heaven

He came marching, homeland seeking,

Long his offspring suffered torment,

Wore the bitter chains of slavery.

Countless years of endless slavery

All the Children of the Water

Suffered in those sunless regions

Far beyond the reach of Starlight.

Still in darkness, still in silence,

Lie the anvils of our fathers.

Long in darkness, long in silence,

All the Children of the Water

Kept alive the solemn memory

Of the sky of Stars above us,

Of the Sea that Raos promised

To our father, Lanenomen.

Long in darkness, long in silence,

Mothers whispered over cradles,

Sung the songs of ancient battles

When upon the Western Giants

Treians laid the yoke of conquest,

Taught the nations to pay homage.

Long in darkness, long in silence,

Long the fathers of our fathers

Kept alive the ways of warfare,

And the shaping of cold iron.

Long they waited there in bondage,

Kept alive the flame of memory.

Then the burning coal of Sencan,

Born of Lanenomen’s offspring,

Stoke to blazing all the bellows

Of the secret forge his fathers

Hid below the deepest dungeon.

There he forged a living weapon.

Then the darkness, then the silence,

All was shattered by the hammer,

By the forgings on the anvil

Of the seven mighty weapons

Which the heroes of the Children

Raised against the host of Orkon.

Long in darkness, long in silence,

Let us long in prayer abiding

Seek the courage of our fathers—

Let us keep their hallowed memory.

Now in darkness, now in silence,

Now the coal is brightly burning.