The Midnight Litany, which is chanted at the Midnight Song at all seasons of the year

Priestess: In this place, at Midnight’s Hour, we have turned from heady slumber, we have kept the ancient vigil.

        People: We have sung of sorrows Under Starlight.

Priestess: In this place, at Midnight’s Hour, we have chanted lamentations.

People: The lamentations of our people.

Priestess: As the Star-eyed Queen Hasanyah taught us, as did Thoranrai the Fair and unhappy Kanle, so we have done, keeping the Midnight Song with sorrow which profits our souls.

People: Let us now recall the fallen.

Priestess: Many sorrows Under Starlight have our fathers and mothers endured: we remember Feihoth which is lost, and Neras, and Star-eyed Kanle, and the suffering of Lanenomen’s people when they came out of the Western Ocean which is forbidden to us. We remember Orusen and fair Alyeitalya his daughter, who wept at the wedding-slaughter of the Hill of Maidens, when Orusena, First of Fathers, spilled his blood to keep the guest-oaths. We remember all the weeping of our people in the Mines of Torment, and the three sons of Sad Nanalon. We remember also all the heroes of our people who suffered in the long ages: Feihoth and Reinfal, tall Lanenomen, Orusen and Hasanyah and Swanfoot Alyeitalya, Sencan and hymn-writing Hasanyah, Fanhal and Thoranrai the Queen, and the sons of sorrowing Nanalon, Fanhal the Great and his queen Reiran, who kept the Midnight Vigil when darkness rose against Ranhor’s Isle—all Kings and Queens, all the holy heroes of Ranhor’s Isle, all who keep the Oaths of Earth and Heaven; these we remember, these we celebrate, for our life is in their life, and we hold that the Seafoam and the Starlight have not faded from our blood.

        People: Nankeinela, you made us, not of constraint, but of your own bounty. Therefore, remember us.

Priestess: Now these holy waters, and you the Water’s Children, fill the earth, bring life from death. Cleanse the Sea, drive back the dark things, the horned things, the many-eyed things, the things which creep amid the deep and lonely places, the specters which stalk the hearts of men at Midnight. So stands forever the city which Sencan built upon the Holy Hill.