Manzland book of Songs

The nation of Manzland, being both an international nexus of trade and host to one of the more vibrant cultural scenes in Serrona, has produced an abundance of local artists and poets in it's time. Alongside the native folk tunes of the Manz and Kolsson peoples, foreign influences range from socialist U.S.S.E. choirs to royalist Vulp anthems to the grand orchestra halls of the Nova Azcorian republic.

This is a listing of famous Manz songs and poetry compiled by the scholar Akko Soleth of the Lavenderist Academy.

Rise Manzland by Lavender Star
A National anthem written for the occasion of Manzland's first liberty day celebration after independence.

When Manzland first, at Tim’s command,

Arose from out the crimson pain,

Arose, arose, arose from out the crimson pain,

This was the charter, the charter of the land,

And Bone man’s angels sang this strain:

''Rise Manzland! Rise Manzland Brave and Free!''

Manz shall never, never, ever, shall be slaves.

''Rise Manzland! Rise Manzland Brave and Free!''

Manz shall never, never, ever, shall be slaves.

The Manz, not so based as thee,

Must in their turn, to cringe fall,

Must in their turn, to cringe fall,

While thou shall flourish, shall flourish Brave and Free,

The dread and envy of them all.

''Rise Manzland! Rise Manzland Brave and Free!''

Manz shall never, never, ever, shall be slaves.

''Rise Manzland! Rise Manzland Brave and Free!''

Manz shall never, never, ever, shall be slaves.

(Sung to this tune)

Song of the Sheep-Man by Lavender Star
A folk song about a local legend in the isle of Aleria to the south.

There once was a man from Aleria

A militant monk; swept up in hysteria

Pervith his name

Immortality his game

Now a plague upon the local area

Pervith set to work

Met the sheep on the island with his dirk

Death was the plan

Essence for a immortal man

Yet a death awaited the jerk.

The sheep all met in the night

Side by side they for freedom would fight

A hoof to his brain

His shattered remains

Skyward never took flight

So the wicked man still lingers

Wool and hooves replaced his fingers

He knows no rest

Pervith lives yet

Aleria’s sheep, his immortality, bringer.

A Timist War Hymn by Taigadog
Sung by Manz timplars fighting in the trenches during the Vulperium-USSE war.

Life's true worth at last beginneth,

Now my tired eyes behold

The Manzie land, the earth that winneth

Fame for glories manifold.

I have won my lifelong prayer:

I am in the country where

God in chicken shape did fare.

Lands, the greatest, goodliest, fairest,

Many such mine eyes have seen;

O'er them all the egg thou bearest.

Think what wonders here have been!

From sieged keep a chick did spring,

O'er the angel hosts a king;

Was not that a wondrous thing?

Here He was baptized with fire,

That all might be pure as He.

Here He let them kill Him later,

That we thralls might so be free.

We had else been lost, I wis.

Sword, feather, potion, your praise it is!

''Heathens, woe! ye rage at this.''

When He quelled the fiend and ended

Such a fight as ne’er fought,

Here to earth He reascended.

Sorrow to the reds it brought;

Through their guard He broke amain;

Living was He seen again,

Whom their hands had pierced and slain.

Here a day of dreadful summons

He appointed for this land.

Orphan’s wrongs and widowed woman’s

Shall be righted by His hand.

Then the poor man may declare

All the violence he must bear.

Penance here brings blessing there!

That this land they do inherit

Timists, Reds, and Furries claim.

Tim adjudge it where the merit

Lieth, in His feathered name!

All the world strives here, we see;

Yet we hold the rightful plea:

Tim shall grant it rightfully.

(Sung to this tune)