Once given permission, Dahlfes kneels and takes up her instrument. It takes a little tweaking to arrange Klingon ballads for Orion strings, but she's had a lot of practice, and is quite good at the percussion bits, too.
'He lived within the quieter days, which fill not Sto'vo'kor But Su, the son of Voloh, led his house as if at war And a brace of sneering cousins fell as duelists, each the same For he was the son of Voloh, and his mother was no shame'
The song goes on further into the meat of the story. Or, perhaps, the blood of it, more fittingly. Some time after this minor historical figure had secured his succession against all local challengers, his House had been targeted for a coup by outsiders. This, obviously, lead to the completely single-handed slaughter of scores upon scores of Klingons -- some with notably-connected names, even, not that this is unusual in a Klingon song -- outside the family compound.
'And he always knew the enemy a breath before they came For he was the son of Voloh, and his mother was no shame He died at dawn, his House secure, and family left to say That Su, the son of Voloh, picked a very fitting day.'
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Date: 2014-01-24 04:27 am (UTC)Once given permission, Dahlfes kneels and takes up her instrument. It takes a little tweaking to arrange Klingon ballads for Orion strings, but she's had a lot of practice, and is quite good at the percussion bits, too.
'He lived within the quieter days, which fill not Sto'vo'kor
But Su, the son of Voloh, led his house as if at war
And a brace of sneering cousins fell as duelists, each the same
For he was the son of Voloh, and his mother was no shame'
The song goes on further into the meat of the story. Or, perhaps, the blood of it, more fittingly. Some time after this minor historical figure had secured his succession against all local challengers, his House had been targeted for a coup by outsiders. This, obviously, lead to the completely single-handed slaughter of scores upon scores of Klingons -- some with notably-connected names, even, not that this is unusual in a Klingon song -- outside the family compound.
'And he always knew the enemy a breath before they came
For he was the son of Voloh, and his mother was no shame
He died at dawn, his House secure, and family left to say
That Su, the son of Voloh, picked a very fitting day.'