Amaranthe is a multi-faceted musician, so skilled at her craft, that even the hardest of hearts will melt instantly upon hearing her play. She is the last descendant of the God of Music, Orpheus, and her mission is to unite all of humanity under the banner of harmony. For more information, please contact her manager: [email protected]
Amaranthe with her flute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when she did sing:
To her music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard her play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
William Shakespeare (adapted slightly)
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when she did sing:
To her music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard her play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
William Shakespeare (adapted slightly)