Chronicles of Atys

h1. The Kitin Song

_By Lyros Melion, a Fyros troubadour :_

p=. *I*

It was in the reign of Cerakos, the one they called the fated

That befell the greatest loss in history ever related

The leaves were gold in other lands, the sun had ceased to glare

When Fyros bold with miners' hands came upon a lair

With watchful eye and ready sword did the captain look inside

To find his fate and meet his Lord, for the soothing silence lied

There came a terrible clamor, from the source of an imminent bane

The company could but stand and stammer, the kitins was their name!

p=. *Chorus*

The kitins crawl the kitins come and woe betide the lagger

But we'll stand and fight till kingdom come with gun and blade and dagger

The bigger they come they harder they fall, we'll learn to zigger and zagger

We'll find their chink, we'll brave the brawl and woe betide the lagger!

p=. *II*

The miners spared not a beast for their chief and twenty lay by smitten

When a din from the holes announced their grief and it seemed their fate was written

But a noble hand threw a fireball to hold off the tide of death

Our heroes sped to alert the mayor who cried at the top of his breath :

p=. *Chorus*

The kitins crawl the kitins come and woe betide the lagger

But we'll stand and fight till kingdom come with gun and blade and dagger

The bigger they come they harder they fall, we'll learn to zigger and zagger

We'll find their chink, we'll brave the brawl and woe betide the lagger!

p=. *III*

But then came a sight to blacken the brow and melt the mettle inside

A terrible blight, a marching file as evil as t'was wide

Fighting a losing battle will sap the will of war

Best flee the serpent's rattle and live to settle the score

p=. *Chorus*

The kitins crawl the kitins come and woe betide the lagger

But we'll stand and fight another day with gun and blade and dagger

The bigger they come they harder they fall, we'll learn to zigger and zagger

We'll find their chink, we'll brave the brawl and woe betide the lagger!

p=. *IV*

The legions ploughed across the lands of desert, woodland and lake

Strewing death and destruction in their wicked wake

But as long as breath shall fill our lungs our hearts shall beat bold and true!

And as long as the night shall bring the day we shall struggle through and through!

p=. *Chorus*

The kitins crawl the kitins come and woe betide the lagger

But we'll stand and fight till kingdom come with gun and blade and dagger

The bigger they come they harder they fall, we'll learn to zigger and zagger

We'll find their chink, we'll brave the brawl and woe betide the lagger!