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Words & Music |
by B. Blanke |
Clarinet, recorder |
& background vocals |
by Gudrun Blanke |
Lead vocals & all other instruments |
by Lothlorien |
Artwork |
by Gudrun Blanke |
Mother of the Creation
In the beginning of time
There was nothing all around
And the mother whispered one word
Into the naught
And she created the universe
Created the moon and the earth
In the beginning of time
There was darkness all around
And the mother opened her eyes
And there was light, bright and warm.
She created shades and light,
She created day and night,
In the beginning of time
There was wasteland all around
And the mother pursed her lips
And sent her breath to the ground
She created wind and rain
Created blue skies and clouds
She created hills and dales
And the oceans and fertile soils
There was silence all around
In the beginning of time
And the mother opened her mouth
And sang her song of life
She created flowers and trees
Made the whole world green
And she created the animals, each of its kind
Populated the land, the oceans and the sky
In the end she created some kinds of wights
And gave them two legs, two hands and a mind;
The dwarfs, the elves, the fays, the gnomes
and the men
And she entrusted them with the preservation of her creation
Tired of her work
The mother went to sleep
For the next
Thousand years
After that long, long sleep
The mother opened her eyes
And what she got to see
Made her cry
Those wights she’d entrusted her creation to
Indulged in greed, egoism and disputes
Not for preservation they used their mind
But for destroying and for fights
The mother was crestfallen and turned away
And abandoned this world to its fate
But out of the ocean, an island she let arise
And there she created another paradise
And from this island she banished all wights
With two hands, two legs and a mind
And around the island she laid a ring of dense fog
So that the island could never be found
Some more centuries elapsed again
Then a ship came from far away
And got into the fog
That shrouded the island, dense and grey
And the people on the ship
Were dying of thirst
They were desperate and diseased
And almost famished
And the mother looked into their hearts
And saw honesty, charity and love
The mother took pity with these children, women and men
And she cleared the fog for a while
to give them refuge on that island