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  1. A Lost Uruk Shanty A barnacle-encrusted glass bottle was washed ashore and catched the cutrosity of a fishing goblin. He opened the bottle with great effort, and the pure smell of the sea invaded his senses. inside, there was a small and mois piece of parchment, with words followed by a written melody that went like this: Mi grukked mi heard the Old Yar say "Keep her, Krughai, keep her" Tomorrow ye will get lats pay And it's tik for uz to keep her keep her, Krughai, keep her Oh, keep her, Krughai, keep her For the voyage iz long and the windz will blow And it's tik for uz to keep her Oh, the wind waz foul and the sea ran high Keep her, Krughai, keep her She shipped it green and none went by And it's tik for uz to keep her Keep her, Krughai, keep her Oh, keep her, Krughai, keep her For the voyage iz long and the windz will blow And it's tik for uz to keep her Mi luv to sail on this rotten tub Keep her, Krughai, keep her All grog allowed and rotten grub And it's tik for uz to keep her Keep her, Krughai, keep her Oh, keep her, Krughai, keep her For the voyage iz long and the windz will blow And it's tik for uz to keep her We swear by rote for want of more Keep her, Krughai, keep her But now we're through so we'll go on shore And it's tik for uz to keep her Keep her, Krughai, keep her Oh, keep her, Krughai, keep her For the voyage iz long and the windz will blow And it's tik for uz to keep her
  2. “STASSIE, GO HOME!” AND OTHER AAUNIC HITS The songs of the Aaunic patriots Originally penned by HRH Charles Alstion and Father Yann, in the year 1959 WITH DEDICATION TO OUR VICTORIOUS KING His Royal Majesty, JOHN ALEXANDER ALSTION, by the Grace of GOD, King of Aaun, Prince of Alstion, Duke of Vienne, the Lowlands, Corazon and Balemena, Count of Enswerp, Florentine and Whitespire, Baron of Blanchet and Protector of the Realm. STASSIE, GO HOME! Well, your time has come to leave Stassie, don't you act naive Tuck your tail between your legs and flee this land! There's a boat down at the pier Aeldin's nice this time of year Ditch the Marchlands and free Aevos of your band! Go home, Stassie, Stassie, go home! Nobody will cry and mourn for you! Aaun will be a better place When you're gone without a trace To pack your bags - the only thing that's left to do! Now it's pointless to resist Don't think you'll be sorely missed If you plan a breakout in the dead of night; If you hang, no tears we'll shed Run to save your Stassie head Better you should disappear to Aaun's delight! Go home, Stassie, Stassie, go home! Nobody will cry and mourn for you! Aaun will be a better place When you're gone without a trace To pack your bags - the only thing that's left to do! OH AAUN, THOU ART GRAND IN MIGHT Oh Aaun, thou art grand in might. In honour and in fame. Thus may thine exc'llent glory fight, Gaints those who mock thy name! Thou stand'st firm as thy mountains do, In lands of East and West. And may thy spirit fly so true, As that hawk from his nest. Thus hold firm! Thus hold firm! Let the Alstion banner wave! Show the world! Show the foe! That not ever shall we die! That the glorious Aaunic strength persists, When the fearsome cry of war insists. Thus hold firm in the fierce storm! Thus hold firm! In the fierce storm! TANDEM TRIUMPHANS. OOC: This post will be edited if more songs are written.
  3. WHEN KING JOHN COMES HOME IN PEACE AGAIN The song of the Alstion Loyalists Written by Lodewijk van Hoorn, in the year 1958 WITH DEDICATION TO OUR KING John Alexander Alstion, King of Aaun, Prince of Alstion, Duke of Corazon and Balemena, Count of Enswerp, Florentine and Whitespire, Protector of the Realm. What seer can prognosticate or speak of our Kingdom’s present state? I think myself to be as wise as those who look now from the skies My skill goes beyond the depths of the pond or river in the greatest rain, by which I can tell that all things will be well when King John comes home in peace again. There is no astrologer then, say I, who can search more deep in this than I, to give you a reason from the stars what causeth peace or civil wars; the Veletz buffoon may wear out his shoon while running through the Aaunic lands but all to no end, for the times they will mend, when King John comes home in peace again. Though for a time you may see Whitespire with cobwebs hanging over the wall, instead of silk and silver brave, as formerly it used to have; and in every room the sweet perfume, delightful for that princely train; the which you shall see, when the time it shall be, when King John comes home in peace again. For sixty years this royal crown hath been of Alstions and of Aaun and is there anyone but he that in the same should sharer be? For who better may the sceptre sway than he that hath such right to reign? Then let’s hope for a peace, for the wars will not cease till King John comes home in peace again. Till then upon the Lemon Hill, my hope shall cast her anchor still, until I see some peaceful dove bring home the branch which I do love. Still will I wait till the waters abate, which most disturb my troubled brain; for I’ll never rejoice till I hear the voice, that King John enjoys the peace again. TANDEM TRIUMPHANS.
  4. Little Brascalite Penned by Radmir Montalt, he who is most certainly a poet (and propagandist) For Sir Gaspard, Veletz, and the Legion of Burgundy @M1919 ☩ ☩ ☩ And it’s up along the hillside, that’s where I long to be Lying in the brush with the Ferrymen Company 
A Stassion on my left and an Orc on my right 
And a quiver of barbed arrows for my little Brascalite. I was stopped by a Haenser, he said “You are a swine”
 He beat me with his longsword and he kicked me in the groin
 He kept up his beating though me manners were polite
 Until his head was caved in from a Veletzer Brascalite. And it’s up along the tunnel, that’s where I long to be Lying in the brush with the Ferrymen Company 
A Stassion on my left and an Orc on my right 
And a quiver of barbed arrows for my little Brascalite. When a brave BSK man came up into our street Six hundred Haenser soldiers he had lined up at his feet
 “Come out, ye cowardly Veletzians”, “come out and fight” he cried, “I’m only joking” when he saw the Brascalite. And it’s up along the roadside, that’s where I long to be Lying in the brush with the Ferrymen Company 
A Stassion on my left and an Orc on my right 
And a quiver of barbed arrows for my little Brascalite. So when their knights came to visit us, ’twas in the early hours With Balians and Hyspians and Petran armoured cowards
 They thought they had us cornered but we gave them all a fright With the armour piercing arrows of our little Brascalites. And it’s up along the forest, that’s where I long to be Lying in the brush with the Ferrymen Company 
A Stassion on my left and an Orc on my right 
And a quiver of barbed arrows for my little Brascalite. When Aleksandr came to Westmark, he said, The battle’s won
 Said General Gerard “Sir, we have them on the run”
 But as they exited the tunnel, they were met with the site Yelled “send for reinforcements, it’s the bloody Brascalite”. And it’s up along the clearing, that’s where I long to be Lying in the brush with the Ferrymen Company 
A Stassion on my left and an Orc on my right 
And a quiver of barbed arrows for my little Brascalite. Bras·ca·lite - Noun 1. a: A strong recurve bow able to be fired from horseback b: A netherite armored warrior's number one weakness "Ow, I've been shot by a Brascalite." 2. a: Something Based. "Wow that's so Brascalite!"
  5. La Dorada A HYSPIAN SONG Written by Sofia of Hyspia Queen-Dowager of Haense and Princess of Hyspia It is with the construction of my birth lands once more that I take up my quill and ink once put down for good. Inspiration roars its head and waits for no one. Much like when I was all but a young girl penning a song for our city of Silver, I pen one now, in congratulations for our City of Gold. May Hyspia prosper, growing brighter and more passionate than ever. ♪♩ The City of Silver is long since gone La Ciudad de Plata hace tiempo que desapareció It has not become copper or bronze No se convirtió en cobre ni en bronce. Listen to our Hyspian song! ¡Escuchad nuestra canción hispiana! Color and passion mold our walk El color y la pasión moldean nuestro caminar Laughter and dance fill our talks Risas y bailes llenan nuestras charlas Cobble sounds beneath our horses hooves Los adoquines suenan bajo los cascos de nuestros caballos. How we cheer for the Princess Ramona! ¡Cómo animamos a la Princesa Ramona! Blessed by DIOS! Bendecida por Dios! We wondered, we wondered Nos preguntamos, nos preguntamos Would we ever see this day? ¿Veríamos este día alguna vez? The independence of our Viceroyalty! ¡La independencia de nuestro Virreinato! We cheered, we cheered Celebramos, Celebramos As we made our way Mientras nos encaminamos To a place of certain beauty Hacia un lugar de gran belleza Color and passion mold our walk El color y la pasión moldean nuestro caminar Laughter and dance fill our talks Risas y bailes llenan nuestras charlas Cobble sounds beneath our horses hooves Los adoquines suenan bajo los cascos de nuestros caballos. How we cheer for the Princess Ramona! ¡Cómo animamos a la princesa Ramona! Blessed by DIOS! Bendecida por Dios! Our Viceroy Cesar I Nuestro Virrey César I Brought us under Haenses turf Nos trajo bajo el yugo de Haense And made the City of Silver Y fundó la Ciudad de Plata Now generations later Ahora, generaciones después We, the Hyspian people Nosotros, el pueblo hispiano. Get our letter Recibimos nuestra carta Of elation from silver to another de euforia de plata a otra Giving us the City of Gold Dándonos la Ciudad de oro ♫
  6. THE OFFICIAL ANTHEM OF THE WALDENIC FOLK Die offizielle Hymne der waldenischen Völker Issued by the PRINCE OF MERRYWEATHER On this 10th day of the Sun’s Smile of 1930 The Waldenian people have been strong and united for centuries. We have our national symbols, language, colours and food, but there has never been a song that unites all our people. With this in mind I, Prince Heinrich II Lothar von Alstreim, wrote the lyrics to a well-known folk tune, which will serve as our anthem through the ages. May it strengthen our unity in moments of victory as well as of defeat. [ ♪ ] TEXT IN WALDENIAN: Rufst du, mein Vaterland Sieh uns mit Herz und Hand, All dir geweiht Heil dir, Waldenia! Hast noch der Söhne ja, Wie sie Sankt Johann sah, Freudvoll zum Streit! Heil dir, Waldenia! Hast noch der Söhne ja, Wie sie Sankt Johann sah, Freudvoll zum Streit! TEXT IN COMMON: When you call, my fatherland See us with heart and hand, All dedicated to thee We hail you, Waldenia! You still have your sons, As Saint Johann saw them, Joyous to fight! We hail you, Waldenia! You still have your sons, As Saint Johann saw them, Joyous to fight! GOTT MIT UNS, SEINE HOHEIT, Heinrich II von Alstreim, Fürst von Merryweather und der Rhine, Landgraf von Alstreim, Freiherr von Corwinsburg, Herr von Blackwater
  7. Late into the evening, Bojakk Frostbeard would make the rounds, after being hermitted away whilst caring for his father, Ajax. Descending the snowcapped mountains, he clutched sheet music in hand, as another collaborate work was completed between the two bards. The Paper would be posted to every bar door in Urguan, and to any dwed outpost in the surrounding areas over the month. I want to be in the Kossakri [Lyrics by Bojakk and Ajax Frostbeard]
  8. Oh, Blessed Amity!: A Hyspian Song by Princess Sofia Camila Valentina Isidora Ravn de Pelear written in celebration of Lady Amity Ionna Morovars Quinceañera as a birthday gift of the ages! ♪ Enchant me, enchant me! ¡Encántame, encántame! Oh, blessed Amity! ¡Oh, bendita Amity! How I sing Como canto Why is thou so pretty? ¿Por qué eres tan bonita? Complexion like cream Tez como crema Blue drifting dreams Sueños azules a la deriva ♩ ♪ Enchant me, enchant me! ¡Encántame, encántame! Oh, blessed Amity! ¡Oh, bendita Amity! Your smile lights the night sky Tu sonrisa ilumina el cielo nocturno Always a kind word Siempre una palabra amable And a baked find Y un hallazgo horneado ♩ ♪ Enchant me, enchant me! ¡Encántame, encántame! Oh, blessed Amity! ¡Oh, bendita Amity! Feverish fingers pry Dedos febriles apalancados Beckoning forth to join the highrise Haciendo señas para unirse al rascacielos Glittering jewels delight Deleite de joyas brillantes ♩ ♪ Enchant me, enchant me! ¡Encántame, encántame! Oh, blessed Amity! ¡Oh, bendita Amity! Delicate as a snowflake Delicada como un copo de naive Donned in wintery creams Vestido con cremas invernales May you find your dreams! ¡Que encuentres tus sueños! ♩
  9. Dear Analiesa!: A Hyspian Song by Princess Sofia Camila Valentina Isidora Ravn de Pelear written in celebration of the Princess Royal Analiesa Josefina Barbanov-Bihar as a wedding gift of the ages! ♪ Dear Analiesa Querida Analiesa Sing me a dream Cántame un sueño The only Princess of Haense wedding La boda de la única Princesa de Haense With family held dear Con la familia querida And corset strung tight Y corsé apretado Hear the cries of the peoples delight Escucha los gritos de deleite del pueblo ♩ ♪ Dear Analiesa Querida Analiesa Dons a veil Se pone un velo As she floats down the aisle Mientras ella flota por el pasillo Dashing husband in wait Esposo apuesto al acecho Now is the time to celebrate! ¡Ahora es el momento de celebrar! ♩ ♪ Dear Analiesa Querida Analiesa Hear me sing Escúchame cantar May you have a blessed family Que tengas una familia bendecida And make a magnificent team! ¡Y hagáis un magnífico equipo! ♩ ♪ Dear Analiesa Querida Analiesa May you gleam Que brilles A cherubim ceremony! ¡Una ceremonia de querubines! ♩
  10. Welcome to Ciudad de Plata!: A Hyspian Song by Princesa Sofia Camila Valentina Isidora Ravn de Pelear written in celebration of the construction of the Hyspians new city within Haense! ♪ Desert Sands Fly Away Las arenas del desierto se van volando Snow now paves my way La nieve ahora pavimenta mi camino Haense chill nips at my heels El frío de Haense pellizca mis talones Is this the Hyspian way? Es así como se hace en Hyspia? ♩ ♪ The snow now melts away La nieve ahora se derrite The Silver Island at the bay La isla de plata en la bahía Boats rock up to shores Los barcos se balancean hasta las costas Is this the Hyspian way? Es así como se hace en Hyspia? ♩ ♪ Sapphires glitter prettily in mines Los zafiros brillan bellamente en las minas Pearls pried from beach lands Perlas arrancadas de las tierras de la playa Fish caught by the fishers band Pescado capturado por la banda de pescadores Is this the Hyspian way? Es así como se hace en Hyspia? ♩ ♪ Bulls snort and push Los toros resoplan y empujan Crowds grow in the tavern Las multitudes crecen en la taberna Horchata passed all around Horchata pasó por todos lados Is this the Hyspian way? Es así como se hace en Hyspia? ♩ ♪ Welcome to the City of Silver Bienvenidos a la Ciudad de Plata Where Hyspians make their way! donde los Hyspians se abren camino! ♩
  11. A series of pages are posted upon the taverns of Oren's capital of Vienne. A dwarf, clad in blue face paint and warm looking robes walked the land of the newer Harvest Confederacy, though rarely if ever spoke, and made strides to ensure that every tavern and meeting hall in the land was gifted a copy of the song. While the dwarf was younger, maybe a few years over 300, the papers he sported were signed by an Ajax 'Belka's Quill' Frostbeard, an ancient dwarf from the days of the Kaz'Ulrah revolution, and a known songwriter of the second age. anyone who would ask about the younger dwarf , would be told he is Bojakk, son of Ajax, and the courier of his songs and writings. He was tasked with delivering the many copies of the song to all the people's of the nation that was once called Oren. The reason for doing all this was rarely if ever given, and murmurs and rumors were circulating through town. Was it an appeasement to the Man-folk that the old dwarf sought? was it a random act of kindness? Was it an appreciation for the depth of culture and history of Oren? Bojakk never replied to the inquiry, and not long after finishing delivering the texts to the various large houses and inns of the and, he vanished back south to the mountains ,and to the holds of Urguan. [Credit to Asutto for the Artwork] Oren's Land
  12. Bojakk Frostbeard, whilst keeping to hismelf while aloof among the mortal realm, traveling through mountains and hills within the lands of Urguan, Haense, Norland, Talon's Port, Oren, and Suitica, softly hums shanties and other songs to himself. After being inspired by his father Ajax's most recent song contribution, he penned up a song himself, for people much like him who travelled the land. This was especially the case for the soldiers and hunters whom traveled the snow topped peaks of Urguan, near where his father lives. He'd deliver this new song promptly to the various mountain holds and townships around Urguan. The land touching the sky Come all ye young dwarven men, keep your ears high and I'll sing you a song of the land touchin' the sky And it's snowy weather boys, stormy weather boys When the wind blows, we're all together boys Away ye winds westerly, blow ye winds blow Begone fowl weather so steady we'll go Out soars the eagle with his feathery tail Soars out aloft by the grandest of gales And out jumps the wolf with his mighty sharp teeth Saying "You eat the bread boys and I'll eat the beef" And it's snowy weather boys, stormy weather boys When the wind blows, we're all together boys Away ye winds westerly, blow ye winds blow Begone fowl weather so steady we'll go Up jumps the rabbit, with his fluffy eared head He dashes through brambles, oh he drops out the lead And Out jumps the Stag, with his cunning and grace saying "Behold you small creatures, I'm king of this place" And it's snowy weather boys, stormy weather boys When the wind blows, we're all together boys Away ye winds westerly, blow ye winds blow Begone fowl weather so steady we'll go Out jumps the boar, the fiercest of all "Mess with me and you'll be gored to the wall!" And up jumps the huntsman, stalwart and grim and with his crossbow he'll bring them all in And it's snowy weather boys, stormy weather boys When the wind blows, we're all together boys Away ye winds westerly, blow ye winds blow Begone fowl weather so steady we'll go And it's snowy weather boys, stormy weather boys When the wind blows, we're all together boys Away ye winds westerly, blow ye winds blow Begone fowl weather so steady we'll go
  13. Ajax Frostbeard in his advancing years, still occasionally pens songs among his self imposed exile. Feeling disconnected from his kin to such a degree that he finds it hard to carry on living among them. His son, Bojakk Frostbeard occasionally visits him, and upon his return from his most recent visit, would go and pin a copy of this new work song to every tavern and place of gathering throughout the dwarven lands. In the Deep Road
  14. BENEATH THE WILLOW TREE For the brave souls lost to us. Come hither, my darling And join me upon the hill Battle rages across the ground Clashes of might and will Smoke and flame billows Up towards GODAN’s skies Watch as steel meets flashing steel Hear the orphan’s cries Come hither, my darling As we tread this bloodsoaked ground Find your heart and listen To the hallowed sound Deep in the wood Where meadow meets glade There, you shall find it Sitting beneath a willow’s shade Come hither, my darling What is it you hear? The sound of memories long faded Words once held dear Echoes of those long past Sit deep in your heart Gone but not forgotten Never truly apart Come hither, my darling And sit beneath the willow tree Is it not peaceful? Here, you are entirely free GODAN, save the Brotherhood Protect them from melancholy So they may dance forever Beneath the willow tree SIGNED, Her Royal Highness, Klara Elizaveta, Duchess of Baranya
  15. Bojakk Frostbeard, amidst the lovey-dovey time of year, in the same fashion as he had done in years prior, composes a song for the sake of the lovers during the holiday of Belka's time, often shortened to Belkantine [for some reason]. Wasting no time at all, he and with permission from his Father Ajax, borrows his banjo, and composes a simple, but heartfelt song. Finishing said composition he'd rush to both the taverns in Kal'Darakaan, Hefrumm, and any other major hold around to get a copy posted to every tavern and major hub people would walk through. Attached to the song is a note with the following written in it "This song is dedicated not only to the couples enjoying the festivities of this time of year, but to my fellow bachelor dwed who have yet to find their other half. Additionally, I wanted to dedicate this song to those lovely Grandaxe ladies, whom have been both and inspiration, and a joy for myself during my time getting acquainted to my fellow dwed kin. Have a lovely Belkantine, and know that you all are loved, even if you don't immediately see it -Bojakk Frostbeard" Sweet Dwarven Woman
  16. The Return of Ajax 'Belka's Quill' Frostbeard It would seem unprompted that after nearly a full stone year of silence, barely any contact coming from the dwarf known as 'Belka's Quill'; Ajax Frostbeard. Having returned to a life of solitude and a hermit habit, many considered him to have simply wandered into the forest to never be seen again... Yet, remarkably, not only did this dwarf return suddenly to Kal'Darakaan! but in his hand he clutched several sheets of music. A new album he has finished! Posting it to the taverns both in Kal'Darakaan as well as Hefrumm, he makes his rounds, ensuring anyone whom passes him by gets a copy. The High Kings of Swing Album By Ajax and Bojakk Frostbeard Where the Dwed at? Return of the Jack Mina for nothing Jax gonna Give it to yah High Kings of Swing Trailblazer
  17. We March Onwards Penned from the desk of his Lordship, Ailred var Ruthern, 5th of the Sun’s Smile, 407 ES. We March Onwards, 5th of the Sun’s Smile, 407 ES. Written, composed, and sung by Angelika Irena, in honor of Haense winning the War of Wigs alongside their friends and allies. We march onwards, onwards in the name of god! With gleaming steel and an iron will, we prevail against all odds! We march onwards, onwards for Hanseti-Ruska, Who’s salvation sets us free from oppression and tyranny, We march onwards for him, our gracious and giving koeng. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah for Hanseti-Ruska! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah for Hanseti-Ruska! We march onwards, onwards in the name of god! With sharpened skill we defend the hill, slaying all Imperial dogs! We march onwards, onwards for Hanseti-Ruska, Who’s salvation sets us free from oppression and tyranny, We march onwards for him, our gracious and giving koeng.
  18. VE KAROSGRAD LIED - BY IGOR OTTO MONDBLUME "As you walk through the square of Karosgrad you see a raven-haired boy playing the melody on his lute while being seated at the staircase in front of the palace!" "KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM!" Is what Igor Otto exclaimed after having played his melody (most likely waking up his Uncle Sigismund III, Aunt Emma Karenina, and his cousins (if they were asleep at the time) :)
  19. Bojakk Frostbeard. Having spent years in isolation in his home, taking care of his father Ajax, finally departed from his home. In his hands were pages, sheet music, much like he had made before he retreated those years ago. His face set determined, not long after hearing of the passing of Rhewen. Delivering a copy of a new song to the taverns both in Kal'Darakaan and Hefrumm. Roar Great PaPa Bear Twas late 29 in the Old Dwarven Hall He was the eldest of Frostbeards by far Tankard in hand Papa Bear sat at the bar Roar Great Papa Bear, Roar For Lucienburg had bore monsters below A cry came out for allies they know "Send us a champion to strike down this foe!" Roar Great Papa Bear, Roar, me boys Roar Great Papa Bear, Roar Khazadmar and men both had answered the call, He was the veteran, who was older than all From the mountains of Urguan, to the lands of snowfall Roar Great Papa Bear, Roar Both Bharus and Throri hefted a stein and walked behind Rhewen deep into the mine What fate lurked below could no dwedmar divine Roar Great Papa Bear, Roar, me boys Roar Great Papa Bear, Roar And It's one for the our kinsmen above Two for the Kingdom We love And it's three for the fire that burns in his soul Roar Greatest Papa Bear! Roar, Great Papa Bear, Roar And It's one for the our kinsmen above Two for the Kingdom We love And it's three for the fire that burns in his soul Roar Greatest Papa Bear! Roar, Great Papa Bear, Roar So come all ye Dwedmar and head the command To retrieve our clan father's remains back to our lands So bear forth both steel and a torch in your hands Roar Great Papa Bear, Roar For the bastard Rakki, wild and untamed Routed the youngers, but they're not to blame As Rhewen stood martyred through an ocean of flame Roar, Great Papa Bear, Roar, me boys Roar Great Papa Bear, Roar And It's one for the our kinsmen above Two for the Kingdom We love And it's three for the fire that burns in his soul Roar Greatest Papa Bear Roar, Great Papa Bear, Roar!
  20. Anonymously, Sheet music is left posted along various tavern doors, church doors, and town centers around the kingdom of Norland. The parchment if of high grade and the characters while in the common language, have blocky print to them.. A telltale sign of dwarven handwriting. A note is attached at the top of the sheet music simply reads "Enjoy the melody, for a nation worthy of song" -A.F. Life in a Norland town A Northguard Army band plays and Beautiful girl's hip sways And the song and dance lasted all day All day And through an open window came, the smell of fresh bread bakes Such a lovely time makes Ah. Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Hey-y-yah Life in a norland town Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma-ma Children played along the ground as mothers hummed with laundry and everyone else came down to listen They sang songs of victory In times of famine and fortune With their lovely family and friends foreign Yeah, yeah , yeah Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Hey-y-yah Life in a norland town Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma-ma Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Hey-y-yah All the while the sun went down The evening turned to rain [The evening turn to rain] And as fathers went home they came To see their dear wives and their children And as their supper was sat upon the table You could see the glow in their eyes What a lovely time to be able be part of a lovely night Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Hey-y-yah Life in a norland town Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma [Life in a norland town] Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma [All while the sun went down] Hey-y-yah Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Such a beautiful land to see Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Hey-y-yah Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma [Such a beautiful land to see] Dee-doo-din-nie-ya-ya Ah-hey-ma-ma-ma Hey-y-yah
  21. THE BALLAD OF AUGUSTUS FLAY Performed by Corwin Alstreim for the Northern Geographic Society's 50th Anniversary Banquet Including four never-before-seen verses cut for time from the performance! Concept, verses 1, 4 and the first half of 13 by James Chapel Otherwise by Dame Yuliya Styrne (Sung spritely, with melodramatic menace) 1. My name is old Augustus Flay, The flinty bandit king. So much defamed in recent days - In my defense, I'll sing! 2. Old Godfrey wouldn't have a throne If not for me and mine - He was ashamed to look my way, But he paid us mighty fine! 3. We bandits surely made a splash When we arrived in Oren's court! O'er the nobles, I stood tall and proud - (Though I'm actually quite short!) 4. Though harsh to my opponents, They were mercifully spared By my signature red scarf The sight that's under there! 5. My forces conquered Seventis, Salvus and Hanseti - Eventually, I realized The king I deserved to be! 6. For in my youth, they called me Prince Despite my nasty manner - And a prince should one day take the throne, So I raised my gory banner! 7. I called my soldiers to my side And told them we'd rebel - But the only king I'd ever be Is a king reigning down in Hell! 8. But there were traitors there among Those men I thought were loyal And they shared the news about my plans With the Horen royal! 9. He banished me to live at sea - A punishment most grim, For, you see, I never learned Exactly how to swim! 10. Now I'm stuck deep down in Hell, Right next to the Denier, With fiends mocking me forevermore As I burn here in the fire! 11. Yet if I had just one more chance To do it all again - I can't say I'd change a single thing, Even with this end! 12. For they wrote my name in hist'ry books, In poems, songs, and plays! And that fact will keep me warm Until the End of Days! 13. I might not have been intelligent, Or virtuous, or bathed. But all of Oren feared my name And my bloody, scarlet blade!
  22. A courrier is once again dispatched, posting a song to the remembrancers, the tavern door, and the clanhall of the irehearts. Bojakk and Ajax are still at work whilst in their quarantine, churning out songs and doing commissions. This latest song is about a dear friend of Ajax's back when he lived in the old nation of Kaz'Ulrah Dreek Ireheart Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey there lived a certain dwed, back in dwarves great past He was big and strong, his beard was beautifully cast Most people looked at him with terror and with fear But to Ireheart chicks, he was such a manly dear He could speak politics like an elgi Full of prim and proper prose But he was also the kind of dwedmar No sane man would oppose Dreek Dreek ireheart So much promise from the start There was a dwed who really was bright Dreek Dreek Ireheart his wit was sharp as a dart It was a shame how he fell that night He lived in ulrah lands, and never did complain But to uruk fools, he would always be their bane In all affairs of work, he was the dwed to prize But to beardlings more, he was a hero in their eyes For Ulrah he was like a mighty cedar Inspite of their great needs They beleived he was a great leader Who could help them with his deeds Dreek Dreek ireheart So much promise from the start There was a dwed who really was bright Dreek Dreek Ireheart his Wit was sharp as a dart It was a shame how he fell that night But when the fighting, and scrapping, And with the ulrah rebellion became more and more successful The need to do something to destroy such a powerful dwed became louder and louder Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey "This dwed's got to go" declared his enemies "With Dreek long gone, Ulrah will fall to its knees" No doubt this ireheart had diplomatic charms Even if he were a brute, he had such burly arms Then one night upon his coronation Set a trap, they are to blame from the roof of the feasthall descending the bald assailants came Dreek Dreek ireheart So much promise from the start Stabbed in the back and left to bleed Dreek Dreek Ireheart his wit was sharp as a dart The dwed rushed forth for their king in need Dreek Dreek Ireheart So much promise from the start The mercenaries outnumbered the dwed Dreek Dreek Ireheart Wit was sharp as a dart And so he bled out until he was dead oh those Dwarves.
  23. Taking days if not weeks at a time to prepare, careful writing and arranging, it is finally done. Ajax releases an album.. The Axios Album, to end a streak of six years of continuously writing and publishing music, he decides to end on a high note, or as relatively high as this album will be. A copy is delivered to the remembrancers, and a single copy is posted to the tavern wall, which by now is littered with the various songs he's posted over his time.. The grand total of songs now being well into the 60's. Attached to the tavern copy is a letter The Axios Album Khazad from the hold Dungrimm's Might Fields of Jornheim Slaying Ground The Split Beard War Kaz'Ulrah Dwed lives lost in war The Kaz'Ulrah Prayer King Verthaik Long Live The King In Urguan's Stone You're in the legion now
  24. Ajax and Bojakk Releases a buffer song, one of the songs they've been holding onto for months. Hammerstruck Hammer, Hammer, hammer, hammer I was caught In the middle of a battleground I saw men and I knew they'd soon gathered round My mind raced, and I thought, what should I do Then I knew, There was no help, no help from you Sound of war drums Beating' in my heart Dorimnur's guns Had tore them apart I'd been Hammerstruck Marched down the highway Broke the umri, raided their town Went to haenseti, yeah haenseti, and we had some fun We met some men, Some ol' boys who were sublime Drank all their booze nothing to lose! Yeah yeah, they, they, they were good times! And We were drinking and were pleased laughing with a wheeze Yeah them Haense men were too kind We were Hammerstruck I was drinking and was pleased laughing with a wheeze Hammerstruck, Hammerstruck, Hammerstruck, Hammerstruck It's alright, we're doin fine It's alright, we're doin fine, fine, fine Hammerstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah Hammerstruck, Hammerstruck Hammerstruck baby baby Hammerstruck, Hammerstruck You've been Hammerstruck!
  25. Ajax and Bojakk Frostbeard, whilst working on various projects, receives a commission by officer grudgebeard, to make and submit a song for his lady, Brynaelda Grandaxe. Taking special care to ensure the song is up to snuff before releasing it Grandaxe Girl Grandaxe Girl She's been living that Grandaxe World I bet she's never had cavern guy I bet clan father's never her told her why I'm gonna try for a Grandaxe Girl She's been living in her highland world As long as anyone with red hair can And now she's looking for a cavern dwed man That's what I am And when she knows what she wants in her life And when she sees me I know she's gonna be my wife she'll see I'm not so rough Just because I'm in love with a Grandaxe Girl You know I've seen her in her Grandaxe World She's getting tired of her grandaxe boys and all the stress from her little bundles of joy She's got her choice Grandaxe girl You know I'm not the richest in the world But maybe when my minecart comes in She'll understand the kind of dwed i've been Her heart I'll win And when she's walking, her hips swingin', so fine And when we're talkin, beard swayin', all mine She knows I'm not so rough Just because I'm in love with a Grandaxe Girl She's been living in her highland world As long as anyone with red hair can And now she's looking for a cavern dwed man That's what I am Grandaxe Girl, She's My grandaxe girl You know I'm in love with a Grandaxe girl, my Grandaxe girl You know I'm in love with a Grandaxe girl, my Grandaxe girl You know I'm in love with a Grandaxe girl, my Grandaxe girl You know I'm in love with a Grandaxe girl
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