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And through the night
The moons will shine their light
And keep at bay
The One who comes to claim
The home we've made
Amongst the glade
With stone and sweat and blade
Heilir æsir,
heilar ásynjur,
heil sjá in fjölnýta fold
Translation:
(Hail to the gods!
Ye goddesses, hail,
And all the generous earth!)
And through the trees
The wind will howl and scream
A warning cry
The Dark One has arrived
With shields and flame
Our home in twain
We roam and search for light again
Heilir æsir,
heilar ásynjur,
heil sjá in fjölnýta fold
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Enter the Tavern
03:27
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Bartender:
So fill your drinks
And grab a chair
There's someone here
With news to share
So listen closely
All you rogues, warriors, and knaves
I present to proudly
The Traveler to the stage
Traveler:
There's trouble on the road behind
A darkness brewing in our time
A new moon rising
A shadow in the sky
A sound in the distance
A song or a war cry
A fire lights the horizon
A cold wind blows right through
When death is upon us
What's a bard to do?
Well fill my glass and drink through the night
Sing some songs for those lost in the fight
Fill my glass and drink through the morn'
Fill my glass and drink!
All:
La la la la la
Traveler:
The sound of screams will fill the air
Mingled with the cries and prayers
A child losing a mother
A friend losing a friend
A plea to the heavens
A cry for it to end
A fire lights the horizon
A cold wind blows right through
When death is upon us
What's a bard to do?
You know what we're going to do
All:
Well fill our glass and drink through the night
Sing some songs for those lost in the fight
Fill our glass and drink through the morn'
We'll fill our glass and drink...
And fill our glass and drink...
And fill our glass and drink through the night
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When the storm breaks
The fight won't subside
And the world shakes
I see you
Broken and battered, alone
Alone, so far from home
No strength left to fight on
Within my embrace
The blood and the mud
Stain your face
A whispered last breath
A prayer to the goddess for death
Death, that endless rest
A last gasp of life's warm caress
Heill, Heill dagr
Heilir dags synir
Heil nótt, Heil nótt ok nipt
Heil nótt, Heil nótt ok nipt
Translation:
Hail, day!
Hail, sons of day!
And night and her daughter now!
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John Theodore Los Angeles, California
John Theodore is a composer and songwriter based in Los Angeles, California.
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