Slumber now, Child of mine,
Until they come with torch aflame,
But do not run,
Your time has come,
The men of the North stake claim.
They come to claim, Child of mine,
They come to claim your life,
With hearts of stone,
And splitting bone,
Their wake is deadly strife.
So sleep tonight, Child of mine,
For tomorrow morn, the sun won't shine,
So stay aware,
And offer prayer,
For the men of the North march time.
(Traditional lullaby from northern Kislev)
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