Lady of Huntshill

[TheNunnery 1853]

Lady of Huntshill

 

 

Written by Héloïse Thérèse Halocurt d’Artois

Penned on 16th of Snow’s Maiden, In the year of 1863

 

Spoiler

 

Original Music and Lyrics by Raney Shockne 

Guitar by Nick Stoubis

Bioware - EA

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfwblZjfOFE

 

 

 La Chasseresse De La Mer Verte  (1861)

   

Common Verison

 

Lady Huntshill,

Swift and cunning,

Her arrows will cut you

Down

 

Lady Huntshill,

Taut bow taunting,

Life so thinning

Will flee your gaze

 

Born of aster,

Loyal and sound,

Faithfully bound

 

Lady Huntshill,

Battle's calling

Orenia’s shining prize

 

Lady Huntshill,

Smile at warning,

Smirk at doom

And laugh in their eyes

 

Lady Huntshill,

Without warning,

Makes enemies fall

Like tarnished crowns

 

What can be said

To all who have fled

The Pale Eyed Maiden?

 

But all who remained

To stand in her way

Met with her arrow's fate

 

Lady Huntshill,

Swift and cunning,

Her arrows cut you

Down

 

Lady Huntshill,

Battle's calling

Orenia’s shining prize

 

Lady Huntshill,

Smile at warning,

Smirk at doom

And laugh in their eyes

 

Born of aster,

Loyal and sound,

Faithfully bound

 

Lady Huntshill,

Swift and cunning,

Her arrows will cut you

Down

 

Auverguine Verizon

 

Madame Huntshill,

Rapide et rusé,

Ses flèches te couperont

Vers le bas

 

Madame Huntshill,

Provocation à l'arc tendu,

La vie si mince

Fuira ton regard

 

Né d'aster,

Fidèle et solide,

Fidèlement lié

 

Madame Huntshill,

L'appel de la bataille

Le prix brillant d'Orenia

 

Madame Huntshill,

Sourire à l'avertissement,

Sourire au destin

Et rire dans leurs yeux

 

Madame Huntshill,

Sans avertissement,

Fait tomber les ennemis

Comme des couronnes ternies

 

Que peut-on dire

A tous ceux qui ont fui

La jeune fille aux yeux pâles ?

 

Mais tous ceux qui sont restés

Se tenir sur son chemin

A rencontré le destin de sa flèche

 

Madame Huntshill,

Rapide et rusé,

Ses flèches te coupent

Vers le bas

 

Madame Huntshill,

L'appel de la bataille

Le prix brillant d'Orenia

 

Madame Huntshill,

Sourire à l'avertissement,

Sourire au destin

Et rire dans leurs yeux

 

Né d'aster,

Fidèle et solide,

Fidèlement lié

 

Madame Huntshill,

Rapide et rusé,

Ses flèches te couperont

Vers le bas

Bénédictions à toi bel enfant,

        Héloïse of Artois

 

[Axelu 4333]

“I must say, I should polish my Auvergnat…” mumbled  The Holy Dame Helena Augusta as she read the poem in her office, remarking to no one in particular, “but this is quite a fine piece.”