Picks and Hammers
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New to the efforts, new to the toil,
New to the sorrow and fear.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
The hyooman's ripped me from my kin,
To enslave and torture me here.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
Where is the laughter, the smilings faces,
Where have gone the hopes and joys?
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
Loved ones lost, though not forgotten,
Amidst the hatred and the noise.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
Indignities abounded, for our captors pleasure,
The slaver's whip, a cause to weep.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
No hint of kindness from these men,
My only freedom, found in sleep.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
Seven long years I toiled there,
Through hardship, pain and grief.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
I swore a vow to save my kind,
Their rescue, my only relief
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
In all those years, not a single soul,
Save one, had shown compassion.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
Old Tom by name, a kindly man,
Could be called a friend, in fashion.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
Though hyooman, a kind soul lied within,
Sheltering the cubs from others of his kind.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
This single man, among the wicked fiends,
Was not cursed, as I escaped the mines.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
Struggling back to the place I had known as home,
My dear Grandsire was all there that remained.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
He taught me well, to be a good furre,
But also in music and war was I trained.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
Though free of the torments of the mines,
My slumber could not escape its terrors.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
I had left many Folk there in their chains,
I will return and correct my selfish errors.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
No furre should endure the bonds of slavery,
To this end I shall strive to be strong.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
For if the hyoomans think they can continue,
I will show them with force, that they are wrong.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
My travels have brought me to this place,
Meovanni Village, a bastion of my kind.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
New friends I hold close and dear,
Help to ease the pain within my mind.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
Peaceful dreams of cubs at play,
Now replace the horrors while i sleep at night.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
But deep within I hear the mines still,
And the furres there, I feel their plight.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
With the help of my many good friends,
The emptiness I felt, they have come to fill.
And in the darkness of the mines,
The picks and hammers fell.
For now the memories still remain,
and perhaps they always will.
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-by Issarad J'khale
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