Celtic Fantasy Sleep Music – Caer | The Weaver of Dreams

OOC : Kurosian Mood Music, oh yes. After reading up a bit on Caer Ibormeith, basing the new Kurosian dream goddess off of her, I found this beautiful song and a new composer to listen to. I’ve been on a celtic kick when working on things, but when I found this I felt like sharing this find ;u;

Lost Queen : We had COUNTLESS songs,  too many for me to really list. But we were mostly known for our Battle Songs, which this post goes into more detail with

As for dancing, we had plenty of dances too~ My personal favorite dances were the ones we’d do in the skies. We’d cover our bodies with darkness, and paint over ourselves in whatever patterns we liked. We’d take to the sky, and dance with our wings. 

Kurosian Headcanon: Battle Songs

Before battle, the soldiers would build morale by singing in the guttural ancient Kurosian tongue.

Not only did it bring the soldiers closer to each other by calling upon Mara and bringing them a sense of unity, they would normally do it close enough to their enemies’ encampments that they could hear it. Often, the Kurosian songs would be the dirges for opposing armies, and instill fear in them just by the sheer power and harmony of the songs. Sometimes it would spurn some of the weaker minded ones into just giving up before the battles began on hearing it.

Males and females took part in the singing, and had varying ranges in pitch. There are various songs that pay homage and call upon the will of the Gods, although one of the more popular songs was ‘The Lay of Mahoura,’ which was led by the General and accompanied by the rest of the army.

Legend has it that the song might have been written by one of the first Kings of Kurosia, on the eve before the first conquest attempt by the Kurosians. It is said that he passed on after singing the song with his men, with the song still on his lips. Though no physical record exist of its origin, and though it is taught to all Kurosians in their youth, one of Kurosian blood need not be taught the words to know it down into their soul.

The Lay of Mahoura

Hear, mother of Love.
Your Children call thee!
Your sons and daughters,
Call ‘pon thy power.
Tie fast our hearts,
Thou our Mahoura.
E’er your Children,
E’er family true.

Mahoura, we call on thee;
To forge our minds and souls.
Guide us, Mother of All,
To dawn together.
Your Children forever,
Thou who hast carried,
Born and birthed,
All those before us.

Guide us, Mother of All.
Bind our souls to one,
That your love extend
To all that will come.
All Mother,
Protect and guide us.
Love cometh and end with thee,
From Our hearts as one.

(Stanza loosely based on Heyr himna smiður, an Icelandic hymn that translates to “Hear, Smith of heavens,” by Kolbeinn Tumason. Listen to the original song here!)