Drodov 'The Slayer' - A Poem

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Drodov 'The Slayer'

A Raevir folk poem

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The eager hoofs are drumming

From afar you hear him coming

On glinting steel the winter sun glances

As his presence draws near

Our hero, whom we hold dear

Upon the heartlander foe he advances

 

We whisper his name in delighted prayer

This man we hold dear is Drodov ‘The Slayer’

 

As one moves the man and his blade

His scream of war like a serenade

One heart, one body, and one breath

His narrows eyes are laughing

The wine of war he’s quaffing

The glorious draught of resistless death

 

We call out his name in joyful prayer

This man we hold dear is Drodov ‘The Slayer’

 

His Raevir steel feasts on heartlander blood

Once more our foes rest dead in the mud

We raise our glasses and drink up our beer

Wholehearted we cry out his song

Once more Lord Krawfyod marches along

No hero that ever was, do we hold so dear

 

We shout out his name in euphoric prayer

This man we hold dear is Drodov ‘The Slayer’

[JVQ 1719]

 

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11 minutes ago, Kipples said:

 

 

literally my peak