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"Cai, if an Illy cry,
'Dunair!'"
"Cai" could mean "cry" or "weep," but in this ghastly chorus, "Cai" translates best to "woe," and each following phrase has to do with what would inspire woe
in this otherworldly realm. It is certainly an occasion of woe if an Illy
cries "Dunair!" An Illy is a gentle creature whose sorrow would melt the
hardest heart.
"Cai, if an Owsie lie zerutch."
Oh,
woe! Oh, woe! Owsies are playful creatures, much loved by
minions of otherworld who prize them as pets. Who wouldn't mourn the
sight of an Owsie "zerutched," it's life squished out of it in the middle
of the road.
"Cai, if an Elwith sigh, 'Ferair!'"
And of an
Elwith's mournful sigh, known throughout the otherworld to herald the death of someone
near and dear, there is no need to speak.
"A Twaddle gare is
overmuch."
Alas, as ever awful these several terrible events may be,
nothing is more woeful than the arrival, in your vicinity, of "a Twaddle
gare," for the Twaddle is an insatiable killer and the death it deals is
full of slashings and tearings and rippings and rendings and
dismemberments too horrible to contemplate! For a Twaddle, the
killing of anything and everything in its path seems to be its sole
purpose. There has never been a more horrible monster than the Twaddle,
and even in the sometimes violent otherworld, it is considered an ultimate
evil, killing for pleasure, a creature outside nature itself!
And that's just the refrain . . .
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