We met as soul mates
At Star Rise Weyr
We left as weyrlings
From Jina's care
And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho
To lay down our lives.
We came in spastic
Like tameless runners
We went between
As Threadcharred corpses
And we learned fast
To travel light
Firestone was heavy
But our straps were tight.
We had no holders
We had no crafters
They sent us wineskins
They gave us harpers
We flew so high
And flamed on sight
And prayed to great Faranth
With all of our might.
We had no artists
To paint the landscape
We passed the wineskins
And played our poker
And it was dark
So dark at night
And we held onto each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write.
And we would all go down together
Yes we would all go down together.
Remember Starsmiths
Remember Bakers
They left their childhood
On every acre
And who was wrong?
And who was right?
It didn't matter in the thick
Of the fight.
We held the day
In the palm
Of our hand
Thread ruled the night
And the night
Seemed to last as long as
Six turns
At Star Rise Weyr
We held the cont'nent
They held the Red Star
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives.
They heard the roars of our dragons
They counted the wingbeats
And waited for us to arrive.
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together.