Sun of Vulcan grant that I may be restored
I do not seek nor understand, what I am fighting for
Have you always wanted to hear a heartfelt song about Pon Farr? Would you like some genuine, vintage, archival quality Spirk content? Yes, yes you would.
“Sun of Vulcan,” by Debra F. Sanders & Cynthia McQuillin
Lyrics below the cut, since they’re not readily available online. Thanks to @aaaaaicantthinkofaname for the transcription!
T’khut shines full in Vulcan’s sky, it brings me home again
I burn with Vulcan’s ancient curse of madness and of pain
now through the endless reach of space, my birthplace calls to me
I join with those, who seek the place, of
koon-ut-kal-if-fee
[CHORUS:]
Sun of Vulcan, grant that I may be restored
I do not seek nor understand, what I am fighting for
Tradition forged my family name and shaped me long ago
Obedient I come to claim a girl I hardly know
and now the timeless ritual of challenge forces me
to face a man I call my friend, and fight him ruthlessly
With lirpa and ahn-woon in hand I strike the mortal blow
the trials that I have faced today no one will ever know
although I thought my friend, had died, he is alive and well
my joy I could not hold inside, but my friend he will not tell