The Book of Havok’s Songs Vol. 1

Collated by Robinck of The Court of the Captain

Collation Notes

This book contains compositions of King Havok from one the most turbulent periods of his life, namely the aftermath of the fall children massacre, and prior to his coronation. I have always been fascinated by this period of our kings life, any why the mantle of magic found its home upon his shoulders. This question is made even harder to answer by Havok’s poetic and metaphorical writing style, and privacy around his true thoughts and intents. One may read one of his song on the morning of a sunny morning and be confident in your understanding of it, yet reading the same lyrics a week later on a stormy night and your conclusion changes drastically. And yet even this characteristic of his composition and the fall children’s art is deliberate. And so, as you read this collection of enigmatic songs, remember that there is not single meaning, no single emption, no single truth contained in King Havok’s words.

Prophecies

Collator's note: While the title of Prophechies suggests it relates to the words of the Courts Four Prophets, it is believed that this song is specifically directed at the other fall children. A short and haunting piece, this lullaby is often sung by the residents of December's Underground upon returning home.
None of them.
One of us
Heard what we sang.
With the dust
In our lungs
I was hushed
So they might live

I must give in,
Watch all reverse,
I must go home,
Back into the ice

Eighty five

Collator's Note: Arguably Havok's most popular works, Eighty Five is believed to be a powerful expression of Havok's feelings during the period where his warning of the fall children's massacre were ignored. Torn by the betrayal of his friends who were plotting serial murder, and the pain of having to turn them in only added to Havok's burden. To him, with the loss of his dearest friends, and knowing what was to come, this song suggests Havok truely felt his world was ending before his eyes. The title, obviously, refers to the year the fall children massacre took place.
There's an endless sky over a chaotic city
Where others drink every night
Snuffing precious flames that we found so pretty
Our frail and only light

Life is all i have left but I'm emotionless

You won't hear it in your stories
In this time, our words are clean, just read my mind
We're trapped between the nightmares
And I fear the future's here

It's the year 85
and it feels like survival

Soon the emptiness overfills this city
So you must sing tonight
As you celebrate, looking pale and pretty
I welcome your despise

You told us love can save So we prepared our graves

You won't hear it in your stories
We’re in denial, ignore my words, just read my mind
We're living inside our nightmares
And I fear the future's here
It's the year 85
and it feels like survival

Mistake

Collator's note: This theatrical piece is believes to be Havok's angry lement directly at the other Fall Children, and what they did in the name of beauty.
Every one of my words you weren't believing
Every promise I kept, kept you deceiving
Gave golden thoughts that you tarnished,
Gave my heart and watched you shed
Every drop of my soul and leave me dying
But, I taught you this
True art won't be remembered
My mistake will last forever
Because I thought you'd never
I was totally true, you were pretending
You told me this was perfect, you were deceiving
I gave you life, you spread out death
Breathed into you, you stole my breath
To speak twisted words, we started ending

I believed in you
Now I'm singing in shame
That your words aren’t the same
Now I'm screaming
Betrayed

The Hole

Collectors note: This song was written during Havok’s brief time in the cells of the King’s Court, and thus it is believed that the ‘hole’ refers to the cell rather than December’s Underground, which many naively believe.
Lie awake, with my dead eyes closed
The memory crawls up to my chest
Bares its teeth and takes my breath
Stay awake knowing it’s coming close
If it’s light enough you'll see
As it stares it looks a lot like me
It looks like me
There was a line that cannot be crossed
A circle made out of salt
I know it was all your fault
Without me you call your conscience Find only silence,
that starves your heart, feeds your murder
In passion you will forget me,
You forget me
You built your art, made of real blood,
When i spoke only of love,
Used bones to build foxgloves,
You showed them the beauty in death,
By causing death, Taking breath
But there’s enough of that already.
There’s enough pain
Refrain