Poetic ASMR – Children of the Mist (Whispered poem with microphone brushing and layered whispering)


Poetic ASMR Children of the Mist, no land to call home
Descended from kings, destined to roam. Honoured in battle, hunted like game.
Proof of our mettle, we’re still proud of our name They outlawed our clan, the mode of our dress.
We never measured allegiance, by chance of success Things we’re not proud of, were circumstance led.
What prince not a rogue, to see children are fed. Our friendship was valued, by high born and low.
A steadfast belief, earned respect from our foe. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true. Children of the Mist, no land to call home
Descended from kings, destined to roam. Honoured in battle, hunted like game.
Proof of our mettle, we’re still proud of our name They outlawed our clan, the mode of our dress.
We never measured allegiance, by chance of success Things we’re not proud of, were circumstance led.
What prince not a rogue, to see children are fed. Our friendship was valued, by high born and low.
A steadfast belief, earned respect from our foe. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true. Children of the Mist, no land to call home
Descended from kings, destined to roam. Honoured in battle, hunted like game.
Proof of our mettle, we’re still proud of our name They outlawed our clan, the mode of our dress.
We never measured allegiance, by chance of success Things we’re not proud of, were circumstance led.
What prince not a rogue, to see children are fed. Our friendship was valued, by high born and low.
A steadfast belief, earned respect from our foe. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true. Children of the Mist, no land to call home
Descended from kings, destined to roam. Honoured in battle, hunted like game.
Proof of our mettle, we’re still proud of our name They outlawed our clan, the mode of our dress.
We never measured allegiance, by chance of success Things we’re not proud of, were circumstance led.
What prince not a rogue, to see children are fed. Our friendship was valued, by high born and low.
A steadfast belief, earned respect from our foe. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true. Children of the Mist, no land to call home
Descended from kings, destined to roam. Honoured in battle, hunted like game.
Proof of our mettle, we’re still proud of our name They outlawed our clan, the mode of our dress.
We never measured allegiance, by chance of success Things we’re not proud of, were circumstance led.
What prince not a rogue, to see children are fed. Our friendship was valued, by high born and low.
A steadfast belief, earned respect from our foe. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true. Children of the Mist, no land to call home
Descended from kings, destined to roam. Honoured in battle, hunted like game.
Proof of our mettle, we’re still proud of our name They outlawed our clan, the mode of our dress.
We never measured allegiance, by chance of success Things we’re not proud of, were circumstance led.
What prince not a rogue, to see children are fed. Our friendship was valued, by high born and low.
A steadfast belief, earned respect from our foe. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true. Children of the Mist, no land to call home
Descended from kings, destined to roam. Honoured in battle, hunted like game.
Proof of our mettle, we’re still proud of our name They outlawed our clan, the mode of our dress.
We never measured allegiance, by chance of success Things we’re not proud of, were circumstance led.
What prince not a rogue, to see children are fed. Our friendship was valued, by high born and low.
A steadfast belief, earned respect from our foe. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true. Children of the Mist, no land to call home
Descended from kings, destined to roam. Honoured in battle, hunted like game.
Proof of our mettle, we’re still proud of our name They outlawed our clan, the mode of our dress.
We never measured allegiance, by chance of success Things we’re not proud of, were circumstance led.
What prince not a rogue, to see children are fed. Our friendship was valued, by high born and low.
A steadfast belief, earned respect from our foe. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true. Children of the Mist, no land to call home
Descended from kings, destined to roam. Honoured in battle, hunted like game.
Proof of our mettle, we’re still proud of our name They outlawed our clan, the mode of our dress.
We never measured allegiance, by chance of success Things we’re not proud of, were circumstance led.
What prince not a rogue, to see children are fed. Our friendship was valued, by high born and low.
A steadfast belief, earned respect from our foe. No great castles had we, our numbers were few.
Our clansmen before us, kept legacy true.

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