Dark Crystal

When single shines the triple sun what was sundered and undone
Shall be whole, the two made one by Gelfling hand, or else by none

Tsian - oo - as - ae - oo - oo - am
Bez - a - a - a - puy - um - tsa
Tsian - tse - as - ae - oo - oo - am
Bez - a - a - a - puy - um - tsa 
Nu - mi - ami - oo - a - be 
Tso - o - o - am - be - na - ub
Tsian -oo  - as - ae - oo - oo - am
Bez - a - a - a - puy - um - tsa 
Nu - mi - ami - oo - a - be 
Tso - o - o - am - be - na - ub
Tsian -oo  - as - ae - oo - oo - am
Bez - a - a - a - puy - um - tsa 
Nu - mi - ami - oo - a - be 
Tso - o - o - am - be - na - ub

Deatea Kidakida  Arugaru
Deatea, daretea, kidakida, arugaru
Deatea, daretea, kidakida, arugaru
Dea-tea Dera-tea Kida-kida
Deatea, daretea, kidakida Ki-da
Deatea, daretea, kidakida, arugaru

Deatea, daretea, kidakida

“Seven Clans of Gelfling call Thra home , from the proud Vapra in the Mountain city of Ha’rar the most cultured of the Gelfling who rule over the seven Clans , to the fierce Stonewood who dwell in the endless forest renowned for their prowess in the battle and the gentle Grottan, who live deep beneath the ground in perfect harmony with all of Thra , forgotten by the world above “

Seladon : “Gelfling need an All-Maudra who will not be swayed from the path set for us by the Lords of the Crystal, a beacon of light in these dark times. I shall be that All-Maudra.”

“I am Brea , youngest daughter of the All-Maudra”

“All hail the Skeksis”

Aughra: “A hole grows inside of me. I felt the Crystal crack in my very heart. Where once was great knowledge. Like smoke. It slips away.”

Rian : “Everything the Skeksis ever told us was a lie. But it’s hard to recognize the light when you’ve spent your whole life in the dark.”

“The Darkening corrupts everything it touches”

Aughra: “I am Mother Aughra! I am Thra!”

“Skeksis Gathers in the sacred chamber where the crystal hangs above a shaft of air and fire The Skeksis , with their hard and twisted bodies their harsh and twisted wills”

Mera : “Maudra Mera loves the Skeksis almost as much as she fears them.”

“it’s easier to have nothing when no one depends on you for anything”

“Trees can’t talk”

urGoh: “Every moment one are two is too terrible for one to bear.”

Deet: “it told me I had to stop the darkening”

“Follow the brightest star in the sky north, to Ha’rar”

skekSo: “There is absolutely nothing in this world that does not bend to my will.”

“Sending my mind , projecting awareness through the stars is no easy feat , not event for Aughra”

Fara: “I will see the Skeksis punished for their crimes. I will be All-Maudra.”

“I plant stories in ground watch grow into truth”

urVa: “Noted for his expertise in archery. Quick of foot. Quick of wit. Of all the Mystics, urVa is the most adept at their powerful four-armed martial arts. If he could be turned to serve us, he would be a powerful tool.”

“I’ve seen dark signs , strange storms , sand where there used to be sea. Thra is dying”



skekMal: “You have heart. I’ll take that, too.”

The Evil Skeksis : “Drawing on the sinister force that flows from the Dark Crystal, the Ritual Master can create false apparitions. He has the ear of the Emperor and provides prophecies to the Skeksis Empire.”

“come again when the last sister kisses the horizon, don’t be late”

“When we fail our Emperor , We must be punished”

Duadran: “There is no filthier creature in all of Thra than the Podling , The Podling takes the dirt like a Sifan takes to the sea.”

Hup : “Hup…. uchi uchi thirsty.”

Skeksis : “This peeper beetle found only in Crystal Desert. We keep starved. Hungry beetle likes the soft meats. Favourite is round , wet eyes”

“I see many endings lain before us, diverging paths through an endless forest., Some good , most bad. You must guide destiny. Shape it “

skekLach: “Do you see this face? Once this was a beautiful face, but then came knowledge.”

Seven Symbols: “Thra’s true balance will be found when the natural order is sound”

Skeksis: “immortality is our right”

Skeksis: “Emperor, I beg you to reconsider. To more essence we consume , the weaker the Crystal grows, the greater the imbalance, the faster the Darkening spreads.”

Skeksis :” Death is unnatural. Death is cruel joke. Death mocks life , mocks Skeksis. But no more. Skeksis conquer death “

Rian: “it’s hard to recognize the light when you’ve spent your whole life in the dark”

“[Rek’yr] The Dousan know death like spriton know the soil adn death hangs heavily over the Circle of the Suns”

“The most beautiful desert flowers are always the most dangerous.”

Hup : “Should run. Skeksis are babolim. Mmm! Crazy!”

“No skeksis has died in a thousand trine. Not since the beginning”

Rian: “The Skeksis have sown distrust amongst us for a thousand trine . Why? Because they fear what would happen if we were united. They were right to be afraid. Join me at Stone-in-the-Wood. Here we will make our stand. Not as many but as one!”

Another world, another time, in the age of wonder. A thousand years ago, this land was green and good - until the Crystal cracked. For a single piece was lost; a shard of the Crystal. Then strife began, and two new races appeared: the cruel Skeksis, the gentle Mystics. Here in the castle of the Crystal, the Skeksis took control. Now the Skeksis gather in the sacred chamber, where the Crystal hangs above a shaft of air and fire. The Skeksis with their hard and twisted bodies, their harsh and twisted wills. For a thousand years they have ruled, yet now there are only ten. A dying race, ruled by a dying emperor, imprisoned within themselves in a dying land. Today, once more, they gather at the Crystal as the first sun climbs to its peak. For this is the way of the Skeksis. As they ravaged the land, so too they learned to draw new life from the sun. Today, once more, they will replenish themselves, cheat death again, through the power of their source, their treasure, their fate - the Dark Crystal. But today, the ceremony of the sun gives no comfort. Today, an emperor lies dying. Today, a new emperor must seize the throne.
A thousand years ago, the Crystal cracked. And here, far from the castle, the race of Mystics came to live in a dream of peace. Their ways were the gentle ways of natural wizards. Yet now there are only ten. A dying race, numbly rehearsing the ancient ways in a blur of forgetfulness. But today, the ritual gives no comfort. Today, the wisest of the Mystics lies dying. Today, they summon the one who must save them.

In the valley of the Mystics, there lives a Gelfling, Jen. The Skeksis killed his family, destroyed his clan. Only Jen survived, to be raised by the wisest of the Mystics. But there is a prophecy. A thousand years have passed, and now, once more, the world must undergo a time of testing. Now it must he healed, or pass forever into the rule of evil. At this time, Jen is the chosen one. Today, Jen's pipe gives no comfort. For today, his master lies dying. And a journey must begin - the journey of Jen.